Dream Efflux

The glowing memories of the sweet serene,

That softly welcomes me into their parlour.

That draws me to things I want to see,

And shows me all that my heart desires.

Of things that never happened in time,

Of things that could have changed their way.

And often moments that made me shine,

Those moments that made my day.

I watch that wondrous spell it castes on me,

Like a sudden sweet incantation.

It tells my mind to always be free,

All with life and vivification.

I ponder into those lovely dreams,

That flow through my heart and veins.

They will be conquered one day it seems,

I feel it in the heart it claims.

With every little joy a little boy could find,

Of every little detail my heart could find,

The sweet dreams devour me whole,

And takes a large part of my soul,

And all of this only in my mind.

I lay, as I watch my sweet dreams unfold.

                                                                                                                (c) Mitul Magu

                                                                                                                29^th March 2016

There's a Voice I Hear

Under the clampings

And shattering noises,

Of forgotten things

I do no longer wish to hear,

There is a voice I hear

In my mind

Under the unbalanced reasoning

And misunderstandings,

I hear a voice full of treasuries

Of findings that I have kept,

Oh so well looked after

These are my positivities

My hopes and admirations,

That keep me up in dark

That keeps all my confusion,

Extremely well lit

I ask that thought with doubt

Of whether it is a part

Of my own consciousness,

Or whether it is only a fragment

Of my imagination

And it tells me of the good

That has come up,

That has been with me for long,

And stayed through

All those years

I want to thank it

For that raspy voice had told me

Not to give up

When the time has been

Wrong for me

For understanding that

There is a reason for everything,

And that I constantly need

To be true to myself

That raspy voice has spoken

And it too will die,

The day I stop

Believing in myself

And so the voice has spoken.

-Mitul Magu

 7th march 2016