Tuesday, November 24, 2009

When Dreams Come True

She counted butterflies through my eyes
Stood on her toes and; touched the skies
In one long breath, she gulped a cloud
And sang to the birds, clear and loud
She danced in the rain and climbed the trees
She peeped in the nest and hurt her knees
She wept and laughed, she could shout and scream
And cuddled on her bed with a lazy dream
She collected pebbles and milk white stars
Stored them in two transparent jars
Covered her memories in a foggy dawn
And greeted the day with a musical yawn

A weird dream I could never understand
Until they gave my “baby girl” in my hand!


  1. hey Chandrama,
    nice thoughts. like ur blog. followin. vil come bk agn.
    2 suggestions
    1. may increase the width a lil
    2. add some social sharing options (like Twitter, FB)

    And yes, thnx for visit and nice comments on TTM.

    all the best,

  2. Congratulations! That's a beautiful poem indeed. We can almost think and EVEN DO everything that we wish and want to in our dreams! Your poem reminded me of princess fiona in the animated movie Shrek - one of my personal favourites! Keep up!

  3. Beautiful poem. It indeed is full of childlike fantasy. Keep it up!!

  4. Babies are really awesome and your description made me stunned.

  5. amazing, the cute little twist in the end is what makes your poetry so endearing. and you do it so often, almost effortlessly....

  6. Hi Chandrama

    Very Beautiful poem, like the twist in the end

  7. Thanks people! Your words are so encouraging :)

  8. That was effervescent, effortless flow of emotion like only a mother can do. A beautiful poem straight from the heart with child like fervor.

    I have a 3 year old princess and can vouch baby girls do that to you.. :-)

  9. Awesome!!!! Great!!!!!

  10. i've always love your poems...
    this is one of my favorites.

  11. Beautifully written! Really Beautiful...