These are purely stray thoughts. Thoughts that occurred to me in free verse form. Maybe they are not as colourful or perceptive as the ones created by other gifted writers in my era or earlier. But to me, naturally, they are special. Because, they are my offsprings, my creations, my dreams, and here I spread them out before you. I am incapable of saying anything more than what these borrowed words of the supreme poet, Yeats, can convey: "Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."