Meetika Srivastava

Dreams...Dreams...Dreams

Neva really thought of myself without my dreams….neva really found myself alone cuz my dreams were always there to stand by and hold me.

I dream not to move but to glide; I dream not to swim but to dive,

On the sands of time, my dreams are noth’ng but mirages of scintillating passions of mine!

Dreams Oh! Dreams you stay by whilst I toil, crawl and cry …through thicks & thins and testing times. Whether I shimmer or go dimmer…. In the wake of every little or mightier inhibition, there’s a promise I hold so dear to always endeavour to realise my visions and aspirations only...