I gave wings to some dreams;
They started flying in the open sky,
To get the shadow of the clouds!
Sometimes the gathering of stars will adorn;
And, will begin to grow in the cradles of soft air.
My empty dreams started playing with colours—
I wish to weave a new place with threads of golden incense!
These scattered dreams started shrinking in themselves;
I realized that now is the time to take little steps on long roads.
Innocent dreams of mine went in search of destination;
There was no sunlight in the flame of the lamp.
These dreams started burning in the same flame as they tired.
Time has passed, dreams were left behind;
Some stopped, some broke down, some has started laughing at themselves.
In the stake of life, losing my own life.
Now these unfulfilled dream’s deals have started happening;
I may be lost but I will not move away from my own heartbeat.
If I look back, I can see my own face is sold as a story.
Yet this sluggish caravan of breaths and beats did not stop,
Because they have been seen flickering,
In the azure skies of my dreams
