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Friday, 12 November 2021

My Dream

 

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


5 comments:

  1. Thanks 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..

    Thanks for sharing..Keep Weaving..

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