Wishes of an unknown Actor

Wishes of an unknown Actor

 

I wish I’d plucked the flower with the fragrance
I wish I’d carried the torch of ingenuous
I wish I’d touched the heart of an unpretentious unpretentiously
I wish I’d sipped the cup of salvation
I wish I’d heard the chirps of the early birds
I wish I’d walked on the lane of tolerance
I wish I’d devoted myself to a valentine
I wish I’d rolled from the hills of laughter
I wish I’d loved so loyal
But I am an actor
I know acting but no act.

Pursuit of dreams

Most of us have been in a situation where you cannot distinguish what is dream and what is reality. Sometimes you wake up from your dream and think ... Oh was that just a dream?! Like an eclipse over the sun, you think, let me sleep again..... Maybe the half burnt candle would prolong for "some more time".. don’t know until when .. till sunrise .. bird tweets.. or the final blank wall ....


                                              Pursuit of dreams


As the north wind carries away the clouds
As the joy carries away all the emotions
Sometimes ......
when the night owl calls
Your own love carries away
all the pebbles and marbles of every tiny moment

you shared
you kept
you cherished

Those magic quotients

The moments of dull, opaque, vague thoughts and decisions
begin to eat your soul
like a water hemlock growing alongside a radiant pond
The days, the hours and the silence of the night
are filled with these reflective thoughts

Low esteem
Grounded trust
Oh! Am I drowning towards the cloudy shades of halt?

But as soon as the mockingbirds chirp at night
When you and your mind are
two detached portions of the same entity
At the deepest hour
the art of dream conquers you and takes you to the
controlled ,restrained world of harmony

here

the pebbles and marbles of every tiny moment
you shared
you kept
you cherished

Those magic quotients

hold tightly; clench to your heart
and augment with those rapid eye moments
You wake up, drenched with emotions
realizing
it was just a dream, a dream of an elapsed time period
And now, when your mind takes over you,
you think
sleep is better than reality ,
and with those shivering hands you hold
both the thumbs together
and think again and again

Will a sleep take me forever to
A controlled, restrained world of harmony.