Tuesday 13 March 2012

Dreams

Dreams- the pristine clouds; Unbridled, uncurbed, untamed in sky
Are nothing but concoctions, that precipitate into a flurry……

Dreams- those imprecated birds, that left their nests, to know not where
And were harped by death, in their journey of quest…..

Dreams- the unfinished painting, with crooked lines and myriad hues
But lost the muse, before the painter got his due….

Dreams- the beautiful rainbow; appealing, fascinating and invigorating you
But was washed off the form, before its mysteries I could unsew….

Dreams- the sublime consciousness, vignetting our thoughts
Waking us in the nights, but in daylight are like battles lost

Dreams- the carved glass form, splitting the morning rays
That lost its panache when sharded into million frays

Dreams are those stars that I tried hard to reach…
Dreams are those songs that I could never beseech…
Dreams are the dews that melted in my hand…
Dreams are the plants that failed to grow in sand….
Dreams were ripples that died without a stir
Dreams were those ideas that were nothing but a blur

But dreams are also thoughts, that guide me through
Dreams are blessings that I count for you….
Dreams are longings that I crave for and yearn,
A packful of wishes still yet to unfurl…..
Dreams are not the end but a beacon of start
To own and possess what one truly deserves

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