Don't need another reason to dream... its a future reality... but there are some dreams that metamorphosize into unborn reality...subliming away to glory....a sense of unborn truth...a forsaken one......
Here we go....
Unborn Dreams (Kachche Khwaab)
The noblest jewel in my hand
I forsake it not
Coz they are mine
And only mine
When my hands unfold
The smell! Only I can feel
When some drops sublime
Taking the heat from sun
The Agony only my eyes can seal!
They gallop within my heart
But never tell
In the drops in the eyes
They dwell
Their longing for a mould
Their penchant for being unfold
And yet happy
Perishing slowly to a glory away
Deep within the heart when they rest
Finally before being lost in the bed
Beneath the rocks,
They unwind my consciousness
That layth fragile and weak
Game to the worldly seeks
The shout cannot be heard
The groans no trace!
Only a mild vapour!
Alas a mild vapour....
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this has a lot of meanings...
jewel in my hand..mine and only mine.
the smell...the drops...the agony..
drops in the eye..
longing for the mould..
finally before being lost in the bed
layth fragile and weak..
game to the wordly seeks..
shout and groan....
what were you doing just before writing this string of thoughts of yours mrinu :P
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