Po-Dreams by Anubhav Chaturvedi

In the mystic realm of stars and dreams,
Where moonlight weaves its silver streams,
I wander through enchanted lands,
With pen in hand, as fate commands.

I paint my thoughts on canvas vast,
With words that flow like gentle breeze,
A symphony of emotions divine,
In verses spun, like honeyed wine.

Through ink-stained pages, stories unfold,
Of love and longing, tales untold,
Whispered secrets, hidden desires,
Unveiling hearts through poetic fires.

With each stroke of the quill, a soul awakes,
Unfolding beauty, layer by layer,
Like blooming flowers in spring’s embrace,
Or the gentle touch of a lover’s face.

From melancholy sighs to joyful chants,
My words dance on the paper’s expanse,
Creating symphonies of tender grace,
That resonate within the human race.

So let my verses float on melodies sweet,
Serenading hearts, with emotions replete,
For in the realm of Saavan’s embrace,
My poetry finds solace and space.