A Dream In A Snowfall

Dream, In which a hungry lion

Walks through the lanes

Of human reality.

A dream where moon has a milky shine,

Where star's shine blinds frozen images

(Who were alive once): Begging to

The naked humanity (Who has lightless eyes and frozen ears).

For help

These Images...

Begging for help...

These images are (parhaps) the images of god,

The one who lives in the heart and soul

And, the helplessness of the ones who,

Were and are powerful and delivering

To no one who asks for Help

Those ready hearts and empty souls

Wander in the jungle of stilled prophecies,

Thundering to conquer the flesh

And then let it burn till the end

This end becomes an end

To a dream: yet alive and moving

Though sightless, Soundless

Walking through the lanes

Of human reality,

For sometimes and is and will be

Begging for help...