Still I dream

Still I dream..




Still statue without any emotions.
Sharpen my dying wings but no use.
When will I bloom?
When will I flutter in the hues?
 I missed it for a while?
Breeze elopes with floral fragrance.
Still the view beyond windows seems nothing.
 Maybe i could fly.
Only once a bitter reality.
Wrapped in colourful magical wings.
 Dancing through the limitless doorways.
And there comes the days.
 When time and place switched like nothing.
Now, words are dancing on the dias.
 One at a time knitting splendid tales.