Fight for the words
Time which passed
but not spend together.
Fight with the silence
and with noise inside.
Dreams rusting in the book
and smiles paused on the lips !
Fight for their glance
and your reflection !
Thoughts which locked
and waiting to be free,
send them to the most
Fight for the sorry and
for the apology !
Don’t let the false pretense
lead the way.
Fight for this life
else you might have to wait
for another lifetime !
Tiny grass shining
on the flood plain.
which died in the woods
and remained to be ashes
which grow in the desert
became nest of the wings
color of butterflies and song
of the spring !
Glowing light in the winter
and the walk of ladybug !
A drop fills the heart
A wandering soul
alter the course !
Dreams, most amazing things human begins can experience without willingness, like a surprise. Dreams are like magic, almost real. We experience unexpected, driving and unexplained things.
I often feel that we should not be dreaming. Not talking about desires or aims in life. The objectives we set for our life are goals. You have to hit it or miss it ! But dreams, they are following us since the Chaos !
Dreams are more ancient than humans. More complex than our understanding of life. Sometimes I feel they are reminisces of our past life. As per my cultural belief, we have been here again and again ! Living this life countless and dreaming about those lives !
Nevertheless, dreams are true part of each individual’s personality. Like a video audio clip, uniquely made for each one of us and carefully chosen from an infinite library with countless records !
Only thing is that you don’t know what you are going to experience. Dreams are like a surprise that visited you since you been born and stays after you are gone !
When he was in slumber,
roof was getting bright.
warm pine dreamt.
Green veil filtered,
rays got pink.
As he stretched arms,
Gosh, it was not a dream.
I have taken a long pause because there was so much happening in and out that I have lost the thought. It’s good to ignore your emotions for a while …..it is the most difficult. We all have fears, of all sort. They say you can not live with fear but the fact is we do acquaintance with fear. And we crave for dreams and hopes.
my favourite lines by Keats………..
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the fairy power
Of unreflecting love;–then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
No need to go deep to understand these lines, we are on a bigger quest.