Friday 31 July 2015

My dreams

My dreams
Are like
A STREAM
They flow
And travel
Without knowing
Their purpose
And destination.

They don't know
Where will they go
They have
No clue
Whether they will
Ever have a tomorrow
All they know
Is how to
Wander from one
Place to another
Without knowing
The directions
And destinations.

My dreams
Are like
A bubble
Which can
Be bursted
Any moment
But,
Till the time
The bubble flies
I wish to
Enjoy the colour
And the freedom
That it posses
And brings along

My dreams are
Crazy
Weird
Comical
At times unreal
Sometimes horrific
But, still
They are mine.
I own them
And
They own me.

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