Emily Dickinson

Poems, after poems,
a vivid tale of life
neatly woven into
a fancy assortment
of alphabets with
the flow of emotional
expression, beatify
the life of Emily in
her own words,
own rhymes, own
rhythms, own dreams.

She belongs to
a family, the Family
of Poets—spanning
centuries and cutting
across cultures, countries,
traditions—that blows
the wind afar to
spread the sweet
smell of rose,
sunflower, bluebonnet
with the inspiration
of animated words.

My Queen

You are my dream,
nay, a sweet dream.
A never-ending dream
that cuts across eons.
When you smile, I
keep looking at you as if
a little mermaid appears
at the far end of the
ocean and her aura covers up
the vast expanse of
the frothy ocean and frolicsome sky.

You are the Queen,
Queen of the ocean,
and of the sky,
and of the earth,
and of the galaxy,
and of the universe.
But first, you are the
Queen of mine.

You reside in my heart,
and swim around in the
oceanic depth of love
like a little mermaid.
You are my Queen,
my beautiful Queen.