Dreams
Are likened to streams
They are quiet
But well balanced in diet
Very trickish
And slippery
They come and go with ease
Raise your hopes as they please
And leave your head full of wishes
Unending wishes and a times very selfish.
Dreams
Are like films
But mostly you are the actor
With an invisible director
Dreams
They move in speed
And just like ships
They take you from this land
Across to another land
In a matter of seconds
Yet it keeps all the records
In your head
So that you don’t forget
Dreams
Are like airplanes
The fastest transport means
Its pilot is the human spirit
Which takes you places before you know it
Dreams
Can be artistes a times
They present you in different styles
Make duplicates of you at the same time
In different sizes and places
Dreams
Can be deceitful
And also truthful
They can be the most mysterious producers
But they are ways God also communicates with us
They are also means by which evil missions are achieved
We should beware of this fellow called ‘dreams’.
Categories:
trickish, dream,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Moments ago, my heart leapt with joy
From my mother's womb,I saw the birds gyrating
To the azuric skies.My fragile frame galloped
In fear of that which contorts my looks- Age.
Every minute gone by dances with you. Your
Trickish ferocity sweeps away the beauty of time,
With your windy,cowering syndrome of wrinkles
Locked in your soggy,wispy clouds,wiggling our
Gullible minds.
Subtle antagonist that diminishes our vigour and mocks
The exuberance of our noontide, ebbing and pecking
At the flowery fruits of our dawn.With your increased
Burden, the wine of wisdom fills our thirsty minds
And your breathe evokes our evenings of tears.
Where age begins,life ends
Where age ends, life begins.
Categories:
trickish, mystery, nature, time, age,
Form: Free verse
Moments ago, my heart leapt with joy
From my mother's womb,I saw the birds gyrating
To the azuric skies.My fragile frame galloped
In fear of that which contorts my looks- Age.
Every minute gone by dances with you. Your
Trickish ferocity sweeps away the beauty of time,
With your windy,cowering syndrome of wrinkles
Locked in your soggy,wispy clouds,wiggling our
Gullible minds.
Subtle antagonist that diminishes our vigour and mocks
The exuberance of our noontide, ebbing and pecking
At the flowery fruits of our dawn.With your increased
Burden, the wine of wisdom fills our thirsty minds
And your breathe evokes our evenings of tears.
Where age begins,life ends
Where age ends, life begins.
Categories:
trickish, mystery, nature, time, age,
Form: Free verse