A sky and a dream – a poem
Fluttering wings of a soft dream
Flying with the crescendo of the tide,
In the heart of my crux
A few bartered vanities
Crippled with the averting glances….
The wings of the dream is arid
A sky was flooded with the cerise hide.
Galloping wishes of hidden sorrows
Hiding beneath the rising façade of smiles,
In the depth of my soul
A few battered passions
Abused with the neglected glances……
The wings of the dream is arid
A sky was shredded with the malice cries.
Floating desires of ugly arrows
Increasing to be lush of the graceful swan,
In the strength of my spirit
A few bruised hopes
Altered with the avoided glances…..
The wings of the dream is arid
A sky was dreaded with the futile dawn.
Walking needs of royal graces
Imitating to be tigress of buried kingdom,
In the feeling of my mind
A few abandoned trusts
Ignored with the worthless glances…..
The wings of the dream is arid
A sky was scared with the choices random.
Magic of the dream is hard crashed
As a few strands of the sky is so arid,
Fluttering wings of the glances.……..
Never reached the sky……
And the dream is dead now!!!!!