Dream


Fairy tales were nothing, Nothing compared to that dream... 
Though beautiful, It was never meant to be, 
All a lie, All a deceit...
I found myself sitting under the shadow like sky, 
Deep and beautiful like the sea,
I looked around and saw I had everything I'd hoped for,

Everything I wanted was there with me.
Thought about how I got where I was, how I got so lucky,
And just then, it started to rain,
It lasted not for long, But long enough to make me see, 

It had happened before, it happened again,
As each drop trickled down my face,

It's sweetness mixed with salty tears, 
I realised it was just another dream,
And some things just aren't meant to be...

Comments

  1. oh my god .... you are an amazing writer.
    and your imagination is amazingly beautiful.

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  2. Ishleen...That is the reason they are called dreams.
    A world where everthing is beautiful,
    but everything is deceit.
    Some maybe be true,
    but its hard to find, as they are few.

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  3. Thank you! n Anirudh, perfect conclusion....

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  4. Very nice Imaginations and poems..Ishleen

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  5. I remember when you first showed me this :) its beautiful

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