Those Worlds And This Poem by Kishore Asthana

In quiet moments, I visit my mind-scape
To find wondrous worlds
And in them - we

Verdant hills, flowing rills
Brightly coloured birds,
And the two of us, flying free

Snow-covered trees
Blueish light, pristine white
On smiling lips, snowflakes three

Desert sands, sinuous dunes
Shared dates
A frankincense tree

Vertical cliffs, crescent coves
Wine and lobster
A cerulean sea

However,

I regret not my return, to the real world
For here, too, I know
Holding my hand, you will be,
Next to me

Kishore Asthana