The Woven Dreams
(c) Shilpa Sandesh
In moments,
that are jumbled,
Like random pebbles
On the river banks,
Like a puzzle of droplets,
In smoggy rain;
The dreams are woven,
Arbitrarily pleached,
Like tendrils of the grape vine,
Spiraling a solitary branch;
Dreams delectable,
Elated to the highest heights,
Fluttering their vibrant wings,
Like butterflies;
Guzzling the nectar,
Of the blossoms called,
happiness and contentment;
Her dreams were dreams,
Midst darkest shadows,
And laughing hearts;
The walk was tough,
On the thorny paths,
A dream but achieved,
With endeavor and travail;
A reverie, a bubble of fancy
And a new dream
becomes a fragment
of her woven dreams!
In moments,
that are jumbled,
Like random pebbles
On the river banks,
Like a puzzle of droplets,
In smoggy rain;
The dreams are woven,
Arbitrarily pleached,
Like tendrils of the grape vine,
Spiraling a solitary branch;
Dreams delectable,
Elated to the highest heights,
Fluttering their vibrant wings,
Like butterflies;
Guzzling the nectar,
Of the blossoms called,
happiness and contentment;
Her dreams were dreams,
Midst darkest shadows,
And laughing hearts;
The walk was tough,
On the thorny paths,
A dream but achieved,
With endeavor and travail;
A reverie, a bubble of fancy
And a new dream
becomes a fragment
of her woven dreams!
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