A creative post from co-author Gayathri Raj.
Merchant of dreams, billowing screens,
This pallor of mine is lifted
When my mind is occupied
With your deeds full of happy deceit
Never have I been this pleased.
Merchant of dreams, whispering schemes,
Delusion is such sweet despair.
The melisma of existence, changing notes
Even as the rain pounds on the leaves,
Even as this day is darkened by pregnant clouds,
You still haunt my wet, sodden nights
(Or is it the day? I cannot quite tell)
I find myself wondrous and buoyant
(An existence rare in me)
Indeed merchant you sell
Your wares rather very well
Merchant of dreams, your sorrowful keen,
Nay, it is my sadness that intrudes.
Your happy mid-afternoon crooning,
That intervenes unapologetically,
Your call for my attention wretched, believe.
Wretched to be a distraction from my pity
On my own soul, so inflicted and vengeful.
You, tradesman, employ the cruelest of ploys.
But, merchant of dreams, you who please
The monsoon in my heart and so charmingly do,
Forever calling out the child in me,
With your colorful din and loud tableau,
Each alluring as a rainbow colored candy
Merchant of dreams, I do beg thee,
Stay here forever and fool me as you please
Never have I enjoyed
Such innocent, beguiling trickery
Stay, indeed, merchant of dreams
-Gayathri Raj, 7.20.2013