Poem : The Place

She comes from a place
where hatred is but a concept.
Where sun symbolises hope,
and there is no glory in war.
A forgotten place of peace,
where her memories live forever.
Where red is the colour of love,
and danger is denied it's existence.
Where eternal melodies reside,
and music is what she breathes.
Where she is as insignificant
as she is paramount.
She describes it very often,
asks if anyone else will ever visit.
Sadly, everytime I have to remind her
that she is a figment of my imagination;
a character in one of my many dreams,
the one that I desperately want to keep,
and yet the one that ends with my sleep.
                    

                               - Sushant Kumar Das