Sing happy dreams!!

You asked me 'what makes me happy?'
I thought I had the answer but my head seemed empty.
Words escaped my lips, my body felt heavy.
The creepy rain kept knocking on my door
but the book of music filled me with hope.

You asked me 'what makes me sing?'
I thought I had the answer but my legs felt numb.
People outside spoke of surrealism, holding on to idiosyncratic notions.
The whining wind kept hitting my face
but the mellow flute put me to sleep.

You asked me 'what makes me dream?'
To that I had an instant reply.
Far away gypsy dance, mysterious desert flowers.
The wanderers kept whispering their travels accounts
but the silent terrace narrated me a different tale.

Wanderer for life

I want to be a wanderer for life…

Swaying to the Andalucian beats…

Serenading to a Parisian melody…

Roaming love-lorn in Rome…

Singing all through the streets of Mississippi …

Miming my life’s frolic filled days in London’s theater…

Enjoying the specially cooked Sushi in Tokyo…

Fantasizing much more escapades in El Mundo…

Chronicling it all in an attempt to freeze pleasures…

Better still, I’ll be a wanderer for life…

A Musical Serenade: The Note and the Musician

There you are all too near yet so far...
Come fly me to the music box...
Come play me darling- maybe an octave higher...
Yes! colour me a shade lighter in the following movement...
Make me a tad tender than the usual days...
Let me be your ally to churn few emotions...
Let me comfort you till you find me...
O honey! you meet me at last...
And only you know my cryptic desires...

The Strange Uncanny Green Blue

The strange melody is making me dance..
The uncanny ship is sailing towards East..
The green monster is rising again..
The blue rain is retiring thus...

Se diga es un pensamiento

Estoy muy cansada hoy..no me siento nada
Sin embargo, alguien se dice algo más importante
¿debo escuchar? ¿Por qúe? No me lo gusta ahora..
quiero soñar sobre cosas imposibles y absurdos
Pensé que estaba viendo visiones raros
Pero no..está natural para todos
Está mi primera vez, perdon me para mis errores
Voy a cambiar mi estilo de vida
¡Bastante! No puedo huir..
Pero..simplemente una petición:
Por favor deja me en paz en este momento

Night time

It is the perfect hour of bliss 
The night sky glistens only momentarily..
That strange neighbor sings Cohen's Suzanne 
Am on my own, yes... just me
The blessed silence engulfs it all
It is the perfect hour of bliss

The Wooden Woman

She looks right through you but her lips remain sealed.
The sand in her feet brings her glee yet the dancing waves fail to move her.
She knows many people or so she claims!
Her smile is contagious and her ways charming.
She enjoys her quick siestas and disappears for random thinking.
Always craves for Mahler's symphonies but secretly admires Chris Martin.
She is besotted too often but loses it all too soon.
Rules terrify her but she says to herself- obedience is a virtue. Isn't it?
She is forever submerged in memories and belittles realities.
Her deep seated sentiments are rare but precious.
However, in the end she represents the wooden woman.
She expresses yet conceals. She loves but coldly.
She sings but the melody isn't always sweet and
She prays but no one knows for whom?