I was on a summer trip to one of my friend's house and was returning back by bus. It was a pretty cold night with cool breeze embracing your ears every now and then. I prefer the window seat and was happy that I got one.
For most part of the journey I just couldn't sleep. Its one of those things which you cant see reason and my mind seemed to be in oblivion with lot of random thoughts which made no meaning. I gazed through the window and could see a faint white light running in parallel to the bus. It was the reflection of the small lights within the bus that took the form of a white haze and it was as if it wanted to take me somewhere.
It was kind of an odd feeling as I knew that I was totally conscious and I hadn’t slept but yet I could not help my mind to dwell into realms of uncertainty and into that wonderful thing they call "Dream". So this is what I wrote on that cold windy night:
I know not much, about that day,
When all my dreams were kept at bay,
I show to the world the smiling face,
Hiding all pains without a trace………
Bright faces, I see down street,
Rainbows atop… a visual treat,
Just as my mind was bringing a smile,
My heart did remind the past,
And my tears did embrace my cheek…
Mirror I heard, shows yourself,
I too, did walk up to it,
It showed to me, My Dream, My Life,
Realize did I, a secret fact,
Mind Stops to dream, but not the heart…..
I know not much, about that day,
When all my dreams were kept at bay,
I show to the world the smiling face,
Hiding all pains without a trace………
Bright faces, I see down street,
Rainbows atop… a visual treat,
Just as my mind was bringing a smile,
My heart did remind the past,
And my tears did embrace my cheek…
Mirror I heard, shows yourself,
I too, did walk up to it,
It showed to me, My Dream, My Life,
Realize did I, a secret fact,
Mind Stops to dream, but not the heart…..
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