Dreaming..isn't injurious to my healt...

I had you

I had dreams coming true

My dreams for you,

Unknown to me they were not for us

I had vertigo like spell around me

It was surreal

Weren’t those dreams we spoke of when we first realized in “us”?

Why then, did those dreams become just mine?

Not too far into living in this foreshadow, I started seeing you disenfranchised

Cause I reckon your dreams were just yours,

Just like you, bigotry, I, and I and more I

Your dreams were your dreams

Probably something more divine, but for you.

Today, as I reflect back,

I have you,

Not even that much in my dreams

Cause dreams are probably not meant to be

When not respected and valued

Yet I keep dreaming

Cause I have no control of them

I try, I fail, I try again, I fail again

Further today, I am happier,

Cause I am leveled out,

Or so I feel

That I can’t stop to dream

The expected happiness is now

Just like a reverie of bliss

I don’t wish to wake up

And once more,

I want to look at life as a dream,

Cause,

Isn’t it God, this time, communicating in my dreams?

:):):)

Moving Ahead With Faith

I was dejected, alone, confused, and scared.

I was always all alone 'till the day I heard her voice.

The sweet caring nectar in her voice repeatedly rained down touching my soul.

I became alive, zestful, unalone again, I fell in love. A love never known.

How can that be? Me, a person, who shouldn't have fallen probably this quick by standards of the so called world?

I still see that she is meant to be my one and all, forever more.

Her laughter causes me such joy and excites me more than anything I could have imagined

Her hair is like soft silk, and when she is absent, its smoothness I do miss. Pure magic!

Her eyes speak to me saying I will love you forever more.

Her hands in mine, simply gives me the pleasures of heaven itself.

Her fears of instability, her dreaded fear of the unknown, fear of past recurring, a past that makes one indifferent, pragmatic, unblieving; only gives me the impetus to hold her hand firmer, to shield her from her doubts while eroding them eventually.

I however wonder sometimes, that her smile, laughter, contentment in us is also as true and will stay forever unshaken. I hope also, that her pragmatism, rubs off me and my supposed sensitivity equates rightfully.

I hope she believes me continually as the only unfinishing baggage I move ahead with is truth and committment...

Lord Anger

After a long journey into life,

Made of promises and moments,

A flash of anger,

An instance of despondency,

By which,

A smile is shattered,

A hope is dimmed,

Positive attitude is concealed,

Words of spite are mentioned,

Distrust is engineered,

Promises break,

Living is unloved,

Loving is loathed,

Suspicion is carved,

Time is lost,

Patience is tasked,

Happiness seem unreachable,

Frustration sets in hugely,

Decisions are made,

Break-up’s happen God forbid,

But heartache follows,

And rules are changed,

Emotions are controlled,

Moments are then little more mechanical,

And then another journey into life is taken,

But skewed longer than expected,

Since it’s is now more affected.

His Way!

No one ever wishes for a bad world

He too did not

But he passes through one each day

He is told that this is his current sway

A day of solitude

Quite, and yet not peaceful

He tries to pull through,

He gets momentary solace,

But the world around him does not allay,

He is again told, this is his current sway

He looks through the windows,

Through the billboards, through the magazines,

Through his own, through not his own,

And all look back with immense sarcasm

He is told to grow up, told to be a man

Despite knowing that he didn’t go astray,

He is told, again, that this is his current sway.

Wonder how many of us, can live away

With a world that’s half his way…