My Dreams.......

My Dreams.......

A true Lie from my life.

Where are you ...?

Did I  unveil, the way to walk into  my heart ?
Who escorted you into  enormously  small world of mine..?
Constraining me into bitter past..
You curled my dreams ,with your fingertips.
This classified calmness away from you,
Addled my surroundings.
To think of you and your smile is like a curse now..finding heavens.
Where are you ..?
Away from the sight so that,the eyes awaiting you flamed into tears.

Every morning angel through this window...
Flows in the air,
Which cannot make to speak nothing else except you..
Circling birds singing sweetness,speak of you every second,as I hear so.
Waking a smile on my face,
An eminent seen I could not explain.

 

 

A light

A shrine amidst of devoid  desert is worth a life,
For the dying.
Choose a shephered for heaps of memories in you .
To safeguard from up rising storms.
Stare at every clink of coin tossed high,
Withought any  temporental perceptions.
Cut loose the anchors,that bind your tears with past.
Row into the sea of happiness and joy ,escaping liniency of life.
It is all despair causing betrayael to self.
Unstow every accord,into the sea of thoughts,
To defy the depth of phrases left unwritten,
At which you were warned alertness.

All the saples and  shrubs,digest the twinkle of soil,
Not just to survive but to eestablish their presence.
So , you a seed sown ,to replenish,
Into a very tenderly plant.
You were born to see warmish shine,
So you are aboard onto the surface of land to feel alive. 
 

 

 

Prey to victory...

Every  threat shall forget it's purpose,
If you are enough strong at your will
To supervise the steps of ladder to superior level.
Will a wish snd root it deep,
Care not any applause or  pause ,or any delivered hinderence,
Only dream in you shall burnn for thousands of years,Glowing bright.
Make a journey to peak and unique one,
So that none has suffered as you did this one last time.
Plot a plan ,so that enemy  breached of every drop of blood.
You hunger of kingship ,
Make your dream come true.

Isn't  far the day,
The day,that lanthern on street shall light your way ,
In empty  cimmerian way,
Ploughing it's own life for you ,as a deed of honour.
Isn't far the  Time ,
The time, that  you  dress fancifull to pulbish your grandeur.
Shall be Granted  by god.
All you need to pretend uncivilized,
And stand away distant enough ,from your wants,
Till and untill your aim satifies..

Make habituated to win,
With which every second spent wise.
Don't run into things you cannot afford .
As the poorness ,that colour of every nation,
Spreded as a disease ,from each year that world can't afford.

When you are victorious,
The floods of rivers , like the out break of revolt ,
That bleaches every shore pale without a single penny to  spare.
Will forget  own name ,to flash at and stays behind,
When you pass over the bridge of difficulties.
By your great  faith on God .

Walk miles,just not to run wrong direction,
Be a guard to the future missile.
Nothing can be gained ,in the way without pain.
The greatest example you shall never exile.
 


 

 

The present..............

A present , a gift  is a desperate desire to delight TRUTH IN YOU.
There clearness is cute, rich to confuse unwantedness.

Hire a messenger ,even hug him,
As he brings in some exult thoughts from other hearts for  you.
And  reply him with caring words ,IN SUCH A WAY,
So the letter is filled with concern for sorrow,
Fireworks as happy moments shall be blast into up sky,in  answer.
As a present  of festive  mood and shall not lack your honesty.
 

Shook  generous ego ,
Off the shoulders upto last breathe.

A win is not on oppenent ,
But on reasons led you to contend a fight.
Compel  puzzled selfish taste away ,
To excel the joy. is the present you give to self.

Every tune in us either wrong or right ,
Given,shall be acceptable in hUmble.
Bare this accusation  strive to win, is the sole reason we  born.
 As a bee of honey ,
Cursed of theft  of elixir from blossoms is not a convict.
And wishfull magical present of nature .


Though a lot fun ,not noted.
Shall not emphasize  towards unillumination of rejoice that has lived.
As clear as fresh face of a  self leess nomad
Shall be your thoughts, dull and clear.
Similar to moon's glow on a No moon Day
Is the presnt to the humans, a thorne tense relief.

But soon ,these little things,
The times we laugh whole heartedly.
Cannot be forgotten for entire life.
When walked with stick not much distance but enough far ,Old.
Have costed much to recall the memories of monuments built in past.
Every step we pass by ,we shall see a present of past.

Does not know when this lightless morning ends,
But knew for sure ,it reaches holyness and truth , after eclipse.
As toes  felt gloomy shade
After  walking in tormented way of  testification in sands.
An Oasis is the presnt of hope.
 

Walking on the shores of decisions,
You shall be a present yourself,
Just a sa messenger and a sparrow, rejoice for your own work.
 

I'm different.....

I am such accoustic,
Similar to the showers of rain,
Eager to touch the heart of coloured blossom,
For the scent to attain  the feel.

I am such strange,
Same as the unpredicted path of an arrow launched .
Cannot define,unless it hit destiny.

I was so foolish,
Same as the root of a plant.
Responsible for the glorius establishment of leaves into world.
But hidden deep inside ,by covering the layer of land.

As I struggled, the entire path,
I hardly forgot the times I laugh.
So me memoreis ,I fuled with great empires ruled by role models.
I found no time to write other lines,
So I wish to stop this down.

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