I saw a swan when I closed my eyes
I looked down and found a potted plant become an ashtray
On top of traffic light a crow took a seat
Trees by the sidewalk left barren sans nest
Virtue and wisdom settled in smoke
Constellations drift, a dream away
Wretched condition, dial it down
I breath toxic,
I dispel it out.
The path I follow….is lit with moonbeam
Surrounding area is filled with darkness
But the path I can see clear
On horizon, mist is settled
Many have been on this path
Only few could make it through
I will be one of the few
‘Coz the path I follow is lit with moonbeam
The path I follow is lit for me.
Do you get second chance in life?
A second chance to do it all over again
Sans fear Sans anxiety
Sans spec of dirt collected on memory
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If we do let’s make our aims befitting
Because I have already created a beautiful frame
Now all I need is befitting image
Miracles happen I have heard about them too
This would be my miracle if my dreams come true
Little more I am, Little less you see
A prophetic impression makes me a seer
A silly dream of trumpet playing bear
A causative scene of fascinating belief
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Falling galaxies and consuming nebula
Then i’m near but with fear I carry
A wretched word ‘solitary’
Can push a person into dark
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But dark recedes and light replete
Into bones within soul whims secede
I’m enlightened, I’m worthy
Not worried your believes cannot chain me
I break the shackles to make a point
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Out of my nightmare into my dreams I find
My reality, an omen of my blissful time
Let me recall the moment it is little hazy in my mind
The dust has settled on it my treasured dream of night
In night when reality is calm, serene and beautiful
I do not like to fall asleep
But a blink of an eye has me dreaming
Misty at beginning , those vivid dreams
A spark I could feel in my body tingling
When in sweet slumber the scenario change
I was with whom I do not know
We were driving through night, natures gift
A giddy sensation filled me ‘coz of the company next to me
Then stars appear so bright, they were never in the city
And I was in awe of constellations you showed me on velvet sky
Suddenly I was left waiting on the threshold
People came, I greeted and people went
But I remain at the threshold waiting for…?
Reminiscing the constellation I have seen
And waiting to ask “Why me?”
Let me recall the moment it is little hazy in my mind
The dust has settled on it my treasured dream of night…
Haunt me, when I’m asleep
Are the dreams of which I do not speak,
Tell them not to return ‘morrow,
In morning everything is bright and sunny,
In night deplorable silence doesn’t appease.
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Haunt me, when I dream
Are the favors done by reality,
Giving me the heart for devotion,
Nightmares redeem my sanity.
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Haunt me, when I’m awake
Are the visions of yesterday,
Driving me to not to blink,
As nightmare is just a blink away.
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Haunt Me, Seizing the reality
Facing the truth of one’s mortality,
Practical and logical, Me.
Exuberant and devastating, Reverie.
An Indian Princess 