Threads of Gold 

Gliding above the clouds, far away from the bustling crowd

Sunny day, extraordinary light and yet a chill in the air 

Inside it was warm, cozy enough to lull me to sleep 

Singing my lullaby, the sun stood high in the sky 

Was it a dream or a trance? 

I woke up and behold! 

I saw threads of gold! 

Appearing in seconds, in seconds turning to moments turning to memory 

Too bright to look, I closed my weary eyes

For I fear I am not so bold 

Still in my mind’s eye, I saw the threads entwining into fields of gold! 

Don’t Turn Me Away For My Way Of Prayer 

Don’t ask me to go 

Its my home too, you know 

I was born and bred on the same soil as you 

Ate the same grain from the lands I call my own 

As you do. 

Don’t turn me away just because I believe differently 

The intention is the same, my faith is kind 

As is yours. 

The prayers reach the same place 

I just join my hands in a different way. 

I read the same history, I stood up for my Anthem 

I chanted my love for our country as you did too. 

So why call me a stranger when I am one of your own? 

Don’t turn me away for my way of prayers. 

Write To Me 

Write to me. 

Write to me of days and night

Of the morning breeze, of that first light. 

Write to me of the stars in the sky 

And how you watch the moments pass you by 

Write to me of your happy and sad times 

When you laughed till your belly hurt, or when you felt the burden of tears 

Write to me. 

Write to me from your heart’s deepest chambers 

Of your secrets and your lies. 

Write to me of moments which broke you 

Of people who shared your life and left you. 

Write to me of the times gone by 

And times you live in. 

Write to me till your last breath escapes your lips 

Then write to me in my dreams about your dreams you dreamt of me.