The Palace
By Laksita Mittal - SC Friday, Aug 01, 2025
In dreams I walked, both lost and free,
A palace rose ahead of me.
Its towers kissed the endless skies,
A dreamlike vision caught time’s eyes.
A palace rose ahead of me.
Its towers kissed the endless skies,
A dreamlike vision caught time’s eyes.
The gates, adorned with golden light,
Shone softly in the hush of night.
Inside, the halls were wide and grand,
Carved by some unseen, mystic hand.
Shone softly in the hush of night.
Inside, the halls were wide and grand,
Carved by some unseen, mystic hand.
The air was filled with ancient scents,
Of flowers born of deep events.
The marble floors beneath my feet,
Gleamed with beauty, calm and sweet.
Of flowers born of deep events.
The marble floors beneath my feet,
Gleamed with beauty, calm and sweet.
The walls whispered stories long untold,
Of kings, queens, treasures bold.
Yet in their stillness, something moved,
A quiet yearning, softly soothed.
Of kings, queens, treasures bold.
Yet in their stillness, something moved,
A quiet yearning, softly soothed.
Through windows wide, the world did stretch,
A landscape wild, a sky that’s etched
in colors deep and endless hues,
where time and space refused to choose.
A landscape wild, a sky that’s etched
in colors deep and endless hues,
where time and space refused to choose.
The throne stood still, untouched by hand,
A symbol of some forgotten land.
I sat besides, not crowned, not worn,
But felt the weight of dreams reborn.
A symbol of some forgotten land.
I sat besides, not crowned, not worn,
But felt the weight of dreams reborn.
And though the dawn began to creep,
The palace sank, in silence, deep.
Yet in my heart, it lingers still,
A place of peace, a sacred will.
The palace sank, in silence, deep.
Yet in my heart, it lingers still,
A place of peace, a sacred will.
A palace in my dreams so pure,
Where every longing finds its cure.
Where every longing finds its cure.
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Laksita Mittal, SC
