sunflower-of-monsoon-blog

[sunflower-of-monsoon-blog]

Warm afternoon of a winter 🌿🍃🍀

[sunflower-of-monsoon-blog]

FAR AWAY I WILL BUILD A HOUSE WITH YOU

Far away

in a valley

amidst the blue hills

and the green forests

I will build a house

with you.

The house would be

made of wood, rain, sun and moon.

Beside the big glass window

of the west corner,

I will place an earthen vase

to keep the unnamed flowers

you bring for me

every afternoon

on your way back home

following the day's work.

We will watch the sunset together.

Sometimes from the window

and sometimes sitting together

on the lush green carpet of mountain meadow.

But the other days,

in the harder phase,

the rays from the setting sun

will enter into our cottage

through the wooden cracks.

And we will watch

how the flower that you picked

and I took care of

will shine in the golden hour.

Everything that shines

leaves a shadow.

The shadow of the flowerpot

and the flower along the window

will giggle on the wall

as the shafts of sunlight will look by.

At night

after the moonrise

We will count the stars

and the soft white clouds

that would float by;

as counting the blessings would be

much more difficult.

I will write some verses

in my secret diary

after you would fall asleep.

And then

when I will feel drowsy

in between the lines of my dreams,

I will walk silently to put

my diary inside the locker.

And maybe,

some dried up flowers would fall

from the wrinkled pages.

I would keep searching for them

until one day

I will find them

in the pocket of your shirt.

And the days when the sky

will be filled with dark clouds,

we will stay home together

and make colourful paper flowers

to hang them all over the windows.

When the sudden rain will fall upon

we will rush together

to close the door and the windows.

But I know

you will keep one window open

and stand in front of it.

You have always been in love

with the lightning, right?

I would stand beside you

because you know

I have been in love with the rain

and with you too.

When the rain will stop

and the lightnings sleep,

we will laugh together

at the drenched paper made

happiness.

After the dinner,

under the light of lamp

we will make another garland

of flowers and happiness.

The next day

as the Sun will glisten,

I would know

my vase will not stay empty

like the previous day.

The next night

as the Moon will rise

among the stars,I would know

I will have to

write down the dreams.

Far away

far away

I will build a house with you

which will have a window

at the west,

a wreath of paper-flowers

will hang on it

and a vase will remain

with a small anonymous flower.

And beside the vase,

there will be dreams

engraved among the withered petals.