When the beats are low and visions are light,
Often, in my dreams, I see an unseen sight.
Through nervous passage to uneasy chore,
My anxious sensation does open the door.
It’s vast and beautiful; the pure and divine,
I blink my eyes, and wonder, if it’s mine.
If crawl or run; me, the clueless, a new born,
Perhaps, too insane to anticipate due morn.
The wind, the guide, and few lessons to fly,
Though fledge less flight; I measure the sky.
Chasing your foot marks, scattered over sea;
You; the noble, the glorified or that’s only me!
Sudden twist and turn; it’s fortune-wheel,
A loud, reechoing call back; rising in peal.
Let me be stay here; I beg, I cry and request,
But destiny arrives, along with never easy test.
Either endless peace or desires extreme,
An inauspicious pick, the end of my dream.
great rhymes combine together to form such a wonderful peice... wow 10\10... keep up the good work...
An inauspicious pick, the end of my dream.............. dreams never end till you know...its the feelings of desire that shows you so...... very emotional poem with your real feelings express...... excellent. thanks for sharing 10++
Nice poem, yes dreams are great without any boundries, I like it
The magnificent obsession of a vivid and alluring dream that lurks in the sub-conscious given birth through this beautiful poem. Very good writing. { Comments are reciprocal}
Well done Prakah and if no dreams in life what else we take?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly a dream nicely expressed by you covering the whole world and possibilities without end. Keep on dreaming. They may turn into the real thing. A lot of poets draw material from their dreams.