The Distant Dream

Frankly,when I have exams just around the corner,I am at my creative worst,so instead of racking my brain,I vent out via scribbles.If you read this,please leave sincere feedback,it is much appreciated.

Beyond the thousand seas,

the dawn breaks

upstaging the dark gloom.

Beyond the breaking dawn,

a Dream incepts.

With blinkering eyes,

and naivete soul

the new born child awakens.

Beyond the breaking dawn,

this Dream emerges

to rewrite its destiny.

Foretelling a tale

hitherto undone.

Beyond the undone,

this Dream resolves

for a World that is sheer bliss,

Gaiety is the porch,

Heaven the residence.

A Dream that roused from slumber,

stands tall in the face of dark gloom

shattering it,with its rays.

The light that shone,

The Sun that rose,

was the naivete Dream.

The persistent Dream

rewrote its destiny,

Unhindered by the mockery and jibe..

decided to set its own sails,

create its own routes,

and crescendo is its eternal friend,

and victory its sole companion.

When the naivete child awakens,

Shall I let its Dream die too?

Beyond the Tuscan Sun

When capricious and arbitrary thoughts cross my mind,I end up scribbling something equally capricious as this following poem(you can call it that!):

Basking in the sentiments,

that elude distant memories,

I promise to return tomorrow.

The sands speak a language

that is ours,only ours.

I hear the bells again,

reminding me,

of my promise to return tomorrow.

The sun creeps into my room,

veiling not the blinkers,

but the story they seem to tell,

for tomorrow is yet to come.

Tomorrow,the world shall see,

that you and me were meant to be,

Alas!today,I must retire,

for today,I set myself free.