Beckoning of My Dreams

I gave wings to some dreams;

they started flying in the open sky,

To get the shadow of the clouds!

Sometimes the gathering of stars will adorn;

And, will begin to grow in the cradles of soft air.

My empty dreams started playing with colors—

I wish to weave a new place with threads of golden incense!

These scattered dreams started shrinking in themselves;

I realized that now is the time to take little steps on long roads.

Innocent dreams of mine went in search of a destination;

There was no sunlight in the flame of the lamp.

These dreams started burning in the same flame as they tired.

Time has passed, and dreams were left behind;

Some stopped, some broke down, and some started laughing at themselves.

At the stake of life, losing my own life.

Now, these unfulfilled dreams deals have started happening;

I may be lost but I will not move away from my own heartbeat.

If I look back, I can see my own face is sold as a story.

Yet this sluggish caravan of breaths and beats did not stop,

Because they have been seen flickering,

In the azure skies of my dreams!