Dream Leads Us Towards the Future

Daydreaming With will unwavering Riding a robust horse Pakshiraj or Pegasus The winning force Empowers one to reach the distant shore Sky height unforeseen before But lagging in tenacity it’s often abandoned Fading dream-flower crumbles or Die in the bud. Dreams of the night Are often haphazard, delinked Flashes from the recently viewed scenes Or distorted pieces from life’s stories Surface from the subconscious depth Meaningless, devoid of wealth Give us miseries remaining incomplete Desires end in surfeit. Dreams flowering here and there Dry without getting care Dreams are after all dreams Rarely giving us wholesome hints Of anything present, past or future; Events in it are haphazard admixture Of heterogeneous stories one forgets A realist often neglects. If you consider that nothing finally fails You can try to catch a dream by its tail And rise up through memory’s trailing path To its head to find if it’s worth. Born with dream from our birth We strongly hope to find its worth In every New Year Beyond its wear and tear New Year beacons us towards the future.