Dreams ! ! !

A painting with coloured wings of hope,

Fairytales of yesterday only grow but hardly die.

Smouldering desires that turns into ashes.

Aberration towards reality, abiding the truth

but to renounce it and obeying the fatuous.

Feeble attempts, towards the feign romance.

Wake in day to find that it was void.

Accepting, there will day and night again.

Perhaps It is learning, what it means to life.

Living every moment, what make you smile.

Dreams are woeful, knowing them as a dream,

When it dawn outside, in-hope to be night again.

With an appetence to have them or to be with them, inducing me :) and sometimes checking off with reality :(

I am a dreamer, and it's the phase i can have what i wish to be part of my life, no pleading, no boundation.....just me and my aspiration. :) ......manish