Dreams

Sometimes like a broken bud
Sometimes like the blooming flowers

Sometimes like the cold ash
Sometimes like a razing inferno

Sometimes like an extinguished lamp in gods feet
Sometimes like a victory flag flying high on temples crest

Somewhere wings clipped before they take their flight
Somewhere sky seems small to stop the light

Sometimes lying like the crumpled paper on the floor
Sometimes flying high on the wings of paper planes

Sometimes like the frozen passion lying still in heart
Somewhere like a growing embryo in the minds

Life gets eclipsed when dreams get lost in mid way
Life shines like full moon when dreams get sculpted and shaped

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Pooja Kabra is a Chartered Accountant. She loves to lose herself in the company of words and colours.