As I hear few echoing sounds,
the striking waves rebound,
in the waters , in the winds,
carrying the fragrance of the dreams…
Flowing rivers carry the soul,
of the wishes that are just born …
moving from place to place,
dreams get distributed around…
Many choose the simpler ones,
some opt for the real tough ones,
but the lonesome struggler,
always desires for
a vibrant colourful one…
Challenges numerous ,
difficulties ahead,
he colours his road,
brightly in red…
Dreams of passion ,
fantasy in thoughts,
striving in real…
for the chosen path…
The traveller dreams of something big,
aiming for the highest peak,
He who dares to walk alone,
with dab of patience and courage can go….
The path to the luciferous dream isn’t smooth,
curves and bends, cliffs and terrain will loom,
still the dynamic pedestrian walks,
for his decision is firm as a rock…
Overwhelmed too, the creator gets,
Seeing someone persevere in the best,
He too lends a helping hand,
to the walker in the distressed land…
How blessed I am !
To witness!
a blissful scene !
and be a part
Of an empyreal dream…
soumyav 