My Dreams

                  My Dreams

My dreams are kind.

Am I broken inside?

How can I cry?

The talent inside has no way outside.

The figures inside remained aside.

What is happening beside?           

Pledge I got worked for half.

Rest it keep/kept broken inside.

I have dreams.

You will never know. How deep is sky?

How can I forget them?

For them I am alive.

If it is true “Dreams are the things which man can see. Reality goes by contraries when he hits”

If it is true, Dreams can’t be true.

But it is also true, I have to breathe.

My dreams are in my eyes.

It is about deep dreams even in awakening.

May be for them it is madness.

If it would be true” Dreams are the things which depend on you. Dreams can be reality which you can go through”

My Dreams are my vision and my vision is my thought.

And when dreams become your thoughts its time you can say you are working hard.

Is it like “Dreams are father to the thoughts?”

Life shows how it’s difficult to swim how to find way in sea.

But let me say “Dreams are the best part of my life. Because I get everything I desire”

Life will give you great series of experience when you wait for the right time.

The time you deserve to be the owner.

Till then keep your fancy in you.

Shut your door and windows.

Don’t whistle until you leave from wood.

Oh! My Dreams flow like fountain.

I can fill everyone’s cup.

It’s not the tear rolled out on my face.

It’s my dreams coming true.

Fly in the sky.

You will know it’s not deep.

It’s with you.

                                                                                                            

                                                                (Shoaib Bakshi)