I was looking at sky
And Clouds appeared to me as my dreams
I wanted to catch them all
I even tried to jump and catch the floating one
So that i could hold on to them for a time little longer and fill up my pockets to take a tiny little part of them
And now i am sitting in my room
Eyes full of reverie…
For the happiness
Let’s walk together hand in hand with our very own magic of madness !
I am lost
Lost again in human vulnerabilities
and this time
I no longer need to be found…
I am a mess
Mess full of my own peccadillo
and this time
I no longer urge to be guilty…
Where do dreams go when they die?
Do they go to heaven coz they are purest wishes from our heart or do they visit hell because they were named as a sin, because people who ought not to dream,dreamt…or do they reside in holyplaces or
Someone dig them a grave to lie there until they are picked by someone else…
What do you guys think ? Do tell me your views.
A single book cannot change it all but it can surely make hearts warm so Be a book to someone and leave something warm to feel !
I want to climb a mountain cliff and jump from their and die but when I jump I truly live and that’s when I find another reason to open my parachute…
I want to dive under water and die but when I dive, I truly live because that’s where I found the life which gave me the reason to come out and take a breathe…
Travel on your way with your own philosophy coz the road is always about you seeking answers to your unforseen questions…
If you exist in quiet corner, hear your heart making sound…