M. Asim Nehal Dreams Poems

You sing a lullaby for me,
I shall dream about you
On the silvery moonbeams
Falling through cotton candy of translucent sky
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One evening I saw my dreams flying like a bird ~
On the bank of a river, trying to go beyond the clouds.

One evening I saw my dreams flying like a butterfly,
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Today I woke up soaked in dreams,
Never before I experienced such things,
The sky filled with stars was beneath my feet,
And I was playing with them as if they are marbles,
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When the evening falls and the sun fades,
And the darkness comes wearing the silence,
The moon showers silver rays on the leave,
The melodious competition of the frog and cicada,
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It is not easy to rise after a great fall
It takes courage to stand and start all.

Fallen stars never return to the galaxy,
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The government is cruel and mean,
Intent on taxing my dreams, it seems.
I close my eyes and try to escape,
but now they say I'll have to pay.
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Who stole my dreams, who did this mischief?
Now I don't even sleep at night,
neither the moon attracts me.
This was my property, this was my treasure
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A beautiful smile, on the soft gentle lips
Is enough to blow anybody's heart.
Innocent mind posing so many questions
Heart floating swiftly like ducks swimming
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Between the shores of my dream
Under the flowing lustrous holy river
Where the white dove of wishes
Floats on the chariot of stars
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sleeping without you
like mirage in a desert
please come back my dreams
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My dreams sparkle in the moonlight,
ready to tumble on the sand beach
on the endlessly bending sky
where waves yearn for a ride.
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Sing with the heart and dance with the soul
Hold all the smiles, the magic words will flow,
The happy feet will rejoin your show and roll,
Call from afar, near, above and below,
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sleeping without you
like a caged bird craves freedom
please come back my dreams.
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dreams gently unfold
like, sunflower to the sun
sincerity melts
realities do hustles
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hard
bitter
a Learning
experience
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i slept to the dream
on the bed of rose petals.
soul asked ~what I want.
i struggled by turning sides.
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You wait for them
And they will never come
To start thinking about, in daylight
They will appear for you at night
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The silence of this night
Where slumber yowls
To rest the body
The mind goes for a walk
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A walk in the early morning mist
Refreshes me from the blankness of twit
The night left its painful trails
And I catch the morning's gain
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