My Dreams
Few steps here and few steps there I walk and run for the dreams those were spared Some miles of blazing sand And some miles of freezing wind I walk and run for the dreams those in me instill Hanging on the wall my broken dreams Some ready to be mending And some to be … Continue reading
Fall in love wih falling in love
Zigzag roads of love, amazing rides with each and every step Glasses filled of wine and the stories of flying doves Orange and red maple leaves falling from the emotional trees Romantic melodies and the muddy chocolaty pastries Seriously such a cute dream love is Let’s fall in love today, go out and see the world … Continue reading
Maple leaves o’ maple leaves
Maple leaves o’ maple leaves Show me the colors of love tonight Take me to the heaven of dreams The romantic rain and songs of joyous streams Candle light dinners with a bottle of wine Chocolate cake and chilling ice-creams © Akhand Singh, 2013 © An Empty Glass, 2013
Determination To Live
He looks up to the red sky, burdened with thoughts of family, Slowly stares the mighty heaven, for the answers of certainty. Is his future bright? He questions, Deep down the throat gulping the thoughts of salvation, Then wonders what did he do wrong and questions, Do I not deserve? Didn’t I work hard enough for … Continue reading
Spread Love
While we dream of future let’s not waste the present Let’s serve the day with some hard work, as exemplary as of a peasant Let’s live carefree may be just for a second Love and care endlessly at least just for a moment While we dream of future let’s not hurt someone Let’s go to new … Continue reading
What are we?
Two eyes full of hopes and a heart that beats Some dreams of future stuck in tears stream Chains of society, murdering love of humanity What are we? A breathing dragon or some flourishing cancer Two lungs to taste freedom and a brain to stardom Some emotions of lifetime and a dearth of self-consciousness Mulling … Continue reading
You have few dreams, so do I
Eyes full of hope, images of future and of life’s soap Unwinding desires and lust of one’s own fish’s nose Few words of comfort yet few like stained knife Pure heart and tainted heart, both stands now as mad king’s wife You have few dreams, so do I Indeed life is a vicious circle, since … Continue reading
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