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  • Enlightened Dreams

    On observing the clouds during sunset, a sense of change prevails. The dewdrops of the early hours spread a hope. The chirp welcomes you for the day.

    And all at once, the storm takes its way. There spreads a chaos and people flee for survival. The ground mines are scattered. Steps need caution. Alertness preserves your life. As you step forward, chill runs down your spine. Among all this, you open your eyes and find you were in a dream.

    Some analysts believe that dreams fulfill the unfulfilled things in our life. For instance, you got a quarrel and couldn't get a hand over a person. The dream makes you strong enough to face the challenge. At times, weakness prevails. You run hard to save your life. Wild animals give you a chase. You get drowned or bit by a snake or meet an accident.

    During the day, we do a lot of deeds. We overpower our emotions. We make a debate or settle the matter. The night reflects the day; many teenagers even get nightfall due to the sexual advances in dreams.

    The position of your sleep and atmosphere around you determines the occurrence of dreams. Dreams speak the mystery. Your extent imagination, your aspirations and even your future is foreseen by those dreams. Many people find dreams coming true. This can be a mere co-incidence because reality and virtuosity may cross their paths. Dreams can weave a new possibility in your life, alter your attitude and enhance your creativity.

    Dreamland is really wonderful. It becomes quite easy to merge in the ocean of imagination. If we just go on dreaming and never act accordingly, there's no success ahead. One has to bring about the 'action' potential in order to kiss the feat. So day-dreamers are often termed lazy and useless.

    People have also predicted the good and bad signs of dreams. Various mythologies contradict on this matter. Whatever is the dream; it's our duty to cope up with it. Dreams shouldn't be made an issue; dreams are just meant to be dreamt.

    Dreams suggest us to gather courage. You love someone but can't confess. You just indulge in dreams. There s/he will be holding your hand amidst a dream-garden. Keep up the dreams and live the life to the fullest.

    '07bpb

  • Friendship Finale

    The glacier,
    frozen at its best.
    Climbers looked through-
    but the crevasses were desiring their steps.

    Crevasses,
    people who betray at times.
    When you're all lost-
    and desiring the hand.

    They will murder you,
    while you are alive.
    They mean to be mean-
    and your expenditure can make a bribe.

    They look at you-
    with their eyes, cunning.

    They laugh at you-
    with their wholesome selfishness.

    They open their jaws,
    to show up the 'freons of jealousy.'

    Their culture is impoverished,
    shout,
    crack-
    and never learn to confess.

    They put on blame,
    for such a pity.
    And once again-
    their diplomacy rules.

    I would rather maintain a bond,
    with all those.
    Who knows-
    they'd confess post-death.

    '07bpb

  • From His Horizon

    getting alright...bpb
    The raised ground,
    and the maize fields.
    Witnessed his death-
    his body calm, with a smile.

    He took the poison,
    and went away in the horizon.
    He took the past,
    that had passed the time.

    When there's nothing to do in this world,
    there's no point in living.
    He had done what he was built for-
    and now he is laughing at our materialistic vision.

    He sees clashes,
    some murders.
    Some pain-
    some cheers.

    But he has nothing to fear,
    he is away.
    Among the stars-
    blinking his eyes.

    The one to deceive death,
    he won death.
    He won his life-
    as he worshipped death.

    People thrashing each other,
    bulls in the ring.
    He has been in the moon-
    structuring himself spiritually.

    He will come to us,
    and ask the cause of jealousy.
    He will ask the cause of hatred-
    he will ask what human life is meant for.

    He came to me,
    but I couldn't prolong the conversation.
    As he had disappeared-
    with the morning sun.

    '07bpb

  • THE FLOWER

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    My flower doesn’t give fragrance,
    it has been pressed for years.
    You are in search of a new one-
    And I am turning to talcum.

    A white lily-
    For the Valentine’s.

    I found it upon the shore,
    floating.
    Dipped my hands into water,
    And it rested.

    The flower showed its petal,
    white, with brown shades in between.
    Among those tides and storm-
    it had survived.

    I gave that you-
    But it couldn’t match the diamond.

    Just think-
    How much will you take away!

    You have to leave all these riches,
    Your body has to take an eternal sleep.

    Yet you desire riches-
    take them all,
    those are all for you;
    diamonds, sapphires, gems and pearls.

    My flower is worthless,
    as you say.
    Would you return that to me-
    ‘Cause I want something from those hands.

    If you can’t do this,
    Just throw that poor flower.
    In the same sea-
    And I’ll be waiting at the shore.

    '07bpb

  • The Wallet Love

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    When I saw your eyes,
    searching me in the evening.
    Ignorance ruled me-
    and I disguised myself.

    That garden was adorned,
    those roses looking at us.
    But I was in a theft-
    the theft of my own identity.

    You saw me,
    but I took no notice.

    You approached me,
    but I ran at my best.

    My wallet got unfortunate,
    it fell on the earth.
    You opened it-
    and saw your replica.

    You smiled,
    you saw me giggling.

    The confession was needed,
    my affection did express.
    You came in my arms-
    I went in your dreams.

    And when I see your eyes,
    I find a pleasure.
    My anxieties tend to abandon-
    and our love finds the bliss.

    '07bpb

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