In my Dream, there is a house beyond the stars,
Devoid of all earthly happiness and scars,
A house where love makes the foundation,
And, the plinth is made of my romantic narration.
The roof is made of my faith in you,
And the bricks are moments stuck with glue,
On the walls there is a clock,
But, it always show the moment in stock.
There is no past to lament, no future to behold,
Behind the curtains, windows are made of gold,
The house is painted with rainbow's flavour,
The picture on walls are all making your clamour.
The Sun lights the house, Moon announces the night,
Your mood acts as the switch, that adjusts the bright,
A house where love is in air, amidst romantic swell,
And, there are just You and Me, and none else dwell.
In my Dream, there is a house beyond the stars,
Devoid of all earthly happiness and scars.
(c)Amit Agarwalla
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