Dreams.. khesise lungma

I hold my pillow,
Caressing with soft grip of my hands,
Hugging tight, to my breathe
Kissing her with my lovely greets.

As she is my feminine jest
And my favorite nightingale play ,
How can I use it and throw ?
Thou old and torn,
It carries my memories of past,
Where I can heavenly rest upon.

I can lay upon her
How dirty and thronely it might be.
It will be  my mistakes, to give up,
You are my best part
That bestows me the dreams
Of past, and the future.

What might be,  a sensational thrilling,
Its beautiful, soft and smooth criminal
That rewinds my phone of brain
Calling for brats and beats of heart.
A devil and the divine
Both are present in my dreams.

Dreams!  You are unconscious parts
Thats greet me as reminder to recall,
You imparts ,mighty thousands nerves
With wonderful unseen forces to take part,
With pillow I lay upon you
You are best bard.

Copyright@ khesise lungma
Bhutan.