you were my dream,
you were my hope, and my smiles,
you were my tears too
as we wept in the other's arms,
and you let me see a new you,
that cracked and craved,
how i jumped on the next train,
when you'd wished to see me,
how we weaved a hundred dreams
how time flew between those dreams
you are the dream,
i see with eyes wide shut,
there was never a moment,
that didn't have your thoughts writ on it,
there hasn't been a day,
you were not missed,
there isn't an evening
I've lived since
you'll be my dream forever, sweet,
you are the one, i look for
everywhere,
waiting at the window,
leaning against the balcony rails,
gazing into the empty sun-soaked streets,
and scanning the crowds at sundown,
how i fancy,
the universe conspiring,
for the love birds to unite again,
for you to come,
like i did, then,
when you had asked to see
how i fancy my best dream yet,
to meet my dream, one day,
so we could weave dreams again,
and make up for the dreams,
we couldn't live!
© sashikant mohanty
Very Nice Sashi .. Keep writing
ReplyDeleteThanks for beautifully jotting it down...Its the dreams that are sign of life..The beauty of dreams are the hope it creates and the nudge one gets to carry on in this realistic releam and realize them..
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing..Keep Weaving..
Thank you so much Binayak
DeleteSimple, elegant and excellent
ReplyDeleteThanks KC!
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