A Silent Challenge To My Dream

Accumulation of happiness in the midst of unhappiness
An era of change.
In the dew of uprooted trees, I live
A rush of green leaves.
Waiting to touch the dream..

Sand on wet feet, friction of shoes, bleeding
On the sun-drenched body – chalky old skin.
On the way to an uncertain destination
My mind wakes up in desire
Waiting to touch the dream..

Filled with poisonous dust, in a suffocating ‘Mehfill’
A boat full of relatives or so called friends

In soundless cries – struggle full of stubbornness occupies the mind
“Leave the stagnant life line”
The mind again wakes up with great excitement
Waiting to touch the dream..

Leaving the pierced past dressing on the shore –
Faced with protest, the fear of death has left.
Telling the truth like a fool
The mind wakes up with the sound of the bird
Waiting to touch the dream..

One day I will touch you “Dream”
lost the mask
Dropped all of the warrior’s armour
Bathe in a fairy tale
I will touch you -I will surely fulfill my dreams
By drawing the juice of the roots of life , by my sweet and bitter experiences, I have learnt and
So I am fresh every moment to
Dream – waiting to touch you in any moment..