Life as a dreamer. Ever wondered how life breathes in a dreamer, It is like a voiceless scream of the loudest screamer, It is the highest flight into the skies of ecstasy, with wings tied and burdened with fantasy, It is the beautiful sight of a shooting star, trailing the untold story of its searing scars, It is like feeling the gusts of air on your face, but struggling to breathe with no air trace, It is to tread the ocean of achievements, and getting rocked down by the waves of bereavements, It is to stand high up on the mountain of victories, Only to gaze clearly the plethora of miserable mysteries, It is like having a rain filled cloud hanging low, but the drops never reach the parched lips adding to the woe, Ever wondered how life breathes in a dreamer, It is like bleeding to death, yet smiling to the redeemer. (Via Sonali sharma)
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 08:59:34 +0000