Dream: Twinkling Stars

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What are dreams?

Are they our motivational aspects that keep us get going?

Or are they our wish list, which we cherish to be ours some day? 

Or are they semblance of our thoughts? 

Or our yearnings or some set of targets?

I will answer the above questions in a YES. Dreams indeed could be interpreted in any of the forms. They are certainly a ray of light which beams to keep our focus intact thus pushing ourselves towards our goals making our path clear. For me, “A dream is an energetic impulse, which doesn’t allow us to wilt”. Every individual is born with some set of dreams and henceforth put in their best to attain them.

Is dream an illusion? : Dreams take you to the world of faith and hope and leave behind the squeamish behaviour and annoying shiver. They take us in a fantasy land where we see all our wishes fulfilled and that imitation of our future gives us an enhancement to hit the right cord.

Bind us in an eternal circle: Yes a never-ending loop, where new imaginings keep on following, or I must say our wish list keeps growing. As dreams keeps creeping in and so our desires to attain thus keeps the spark of life ever fresh.

Dreams are interconnected: We connect and mould our dreams too for our loved ones. Our vision gets interconnected with people around who love to support us thus making our path easier. For example children’s passion becomes parents dream and they try their best to full-fill it.

Is your dream big? : Now who gets to decide that? One cannot define dreams in terms of size or complexity. No dream is big or small what matters most is putting our sincere efforts toward catching them up. For instance if two kids see an airplane, one dreams to own it whereas other dreams to travel by it; how can one decide the ranking of their dream.

Why to dream: Imaginings differ from person to person; if we look up from a child s perspective they have their own set of dreams like being felicitated as a class leader or attaining a star for hand writing or it could be more innocent like plucking some stars from the sky. As the child grow up his /her dreams changes more into realistic but the new desires surely have a spirit of keep going.

Why to full-fill our dream: Dreams are like twinkling stars that shine within each one of us .The more the dreams the more we sparkle with positivity and satisfaction. The sincere efforts would surely help to land up in to our wishful abode.

Finally I say, all can dream be it young or old, rich or poor, man or woman; more important is todream.

Just Listen

Don’t pause, imagine

Great future

Seen ahead

For moment say yes to dream

And see it’s magic

I call you here

En route to join fantasy

To make dream reality

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Soul Mates - Special Connection

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Together they commence,

A journey of love immense,

Connected with strings,

Of understanding and selfless clings.

Together they complement,

With love they implement,

Every facets of life,

With colorful strokes of pride.

 Together they unfold,

Life’s delicate chapters untold,

Bonding the family together,

Building relationships sturdier.

 Together they sing,

Melodies of life in springs,

Surpassing all odds,

And are precious gifts of God.

Together they reap,

Abundant affection in heaps,

Accept each other’s,

Weakness and strengths.

Together they can assimilate,

All the happiness within,

That keeps multiplying,

With limitless counting.

Togetherness has power,

Like in a magic wand,

That spells its aura,

Making life gleam and glad.

Each one in this world,

Cherish for a companion beside,

Who is there as a support,

When no one report.

Soul mates - Special Connection

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Down Memory Lane - Poem

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 Waking up with a golden dawn,

Running in those vibrant lawns,

Happiness and delight for unforeseen sight,

The cradle of life swayed with pride,

Things aren’t same; down memory lane.

For every small thing mattered the most,

Precious was my grandpa‘s coat,

Cheerful eyes cherished every little game,

Chuckles of laughter were only to tame.

Things aren’t same; down memory lane.

House was on complete disaster,

With the wake up of a little prankster,

A single gesture was enough to say,

Love and warmth was up to share.

Things aren’t same; down memory lane.

Things aren't same, Down Memory lane

Loads of questions piled up in my mind,

Why the birdie can fly and why stars shine?

Riddles and jingles and stories of fun,

Were always there with the grand mum,

Things aren’t same; down memory lane.

Now I wonder why I grew,

There is no one to question and old stories too,

The deeds of my elders came with me along,

In this new journey to get (along)

Things aren’t same; down memory lane.

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