A Bird of Dreams

This is yet another attempt to give some message through my self-composed poem. Each one of us has the desire to fly up till the sky and achieve our dreams. However, the obstacles in our life cut our flight and bring us down. But, the hope keeps us going and it takes just a little help to fly and achieve the dreams once again. Read, enjoy and get inspired because dreams do come true..!!

A bird of dreams, she fled high

Then why now she seemed to cry?

Thou shall fly till the horizon and beyond,

As you desire; on your magic wand.

Someone had said so to her

The vision of dreams, but now seemed blur.

 

A bird of dreams, she fled high

Then why now she seemed to cry?

The world of happiness and that of dream,

Came tumbling down; and she wanted to scream.

 

A bird of dreams, she fled high

Then why now she seemed to cry?

The dreamer that she was,

she wanted the moonlight

But Alas! Someone had cut her flight.

 

A bird of dreams, she fled high

Then why now she seemed to cry?

Her dreams were surreal, she knew that at heart

the only way to find them was to master her art.

 

A bird of dreams, she fled high

Then why now she seemed to cry?

Someone came along to give her the hand,

to stop her tears, it was planned.

“Out beyond the notions, there’s a field,

there I shall take you, and you’ll be healed.”

 

His words as calm as the world after typhoon,

Melody they sounded; soothing as some tune.

“No more tears,” he had said,

“I’ll make you happy, as we wed.”

 

A bird of dreams, she fled high

Now once again; to touch the sky.

“We shall wed,” he had said,

the roses shall look, now all red.”

 

A bird of dreams, she fled high

Now once again; to touch the sky.

She believed his words as he spoke,

No, now, the dreams were not a joke.

 

He shall take her to whole new world,

in this belief, she whirled and twirled.

A bird of dreams, she fled high

Now once again; to touch the sky.

 

The dreams shall come true, about this she knew

to find that moonlight, now she flew.

A bird of dreams, she fled high

Once again; to touch the sky.

Published by akanksha89

Writing for me is another word for 'breathing.' It is my addiction and I wish and hope that this addiction takes me far in realizing my dream of being a very successful writer. I believe in laughter with my friends, dipping into my thoughts and extracting some really powerful and inspiring stories. I believe in living free, spending each day with a lot more courage and strength. I love lone reading and my dream is to have a beautiful huge library in a home, with a coffee vending machine in the corner and a bean bag where I can just sit and read whatever I want- no one to disturb and no one to intrude my privacy, my "me-time." Keep Reading!! Disclaimer: All the stories on this blog are purely a work of fiction and writer's own imagination and are not copied from anywhere else. DO NOT COPY any of these stories. Also, all the characters of the stories are purely a work of fiction and imagination and have no resemblance to any person living or dead. The stories on this page are meant for recreational purpose and for readers' interest. Any action taken by any of the reader (after reading any of the story) is utterly their own responsibility.

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