Oh! My dream, Give a damn!!!

Sometime I can’t express myself, people think, I have attitude problem. Sometime I talk too much, people think, I’m mouthy. Sometime I speak to my male friends, people think, I’m non-descript. Sometime I can’t disclose the secret of my life, people think, I have limitation. Sometime I stand for myself, people think, I’m clattery. Sometime I go to party, people think I’m alcoholic. Sometime I wear make up, people think, I’m fake. Sometime I’m unable to help people around me, people think, I’m heart less. Sometime I can receive phone call, people think, I’m unsocial. Sometime I cry, people think, I’m drama queen. Sometime I am late from work place, people think, I’m irresponsible. Sometime I wear classy dress, people think, I’m desperate. Sometime I fail to meet deadline, people think, I’m feckless.

So I can’t do anything without being labeled. So what! I am proud of what I am!!!!!

My Dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have had a rendezvous with solitude...at an isolated blank phase of leisure,
when hovering thoughts disrupted my pleasure; and overpowered by a sense of laze, I have had a rendezvous with solitude...when it all seemed to captivate me in a daze.

It is my ‘dream’, who helds my hand,
And leads me silently to some wondrous land;
I close my eyes to quench my thought,

I have a rendezvous with solitude -
Clueless yet, what happiness, it, to me had brought.

‘Me’ and ‘Thou’, clad in white, sat across, face to face,
As ‘Thou’ s at me, ‘I’ can have my eyes fixed in a gaze.

Thou and me..........

Let the sound of return overpower thou and me

Let’s hum a new tune that sounds in ‘we’

A new world for us to see..............

That is the ‘SOUND OF LOVE’ between THOU & ME, it’s got to be..................

Let my dream come back.....

No more do I wish to hear...These noises I am unable to bear...Wish to rise above such pretence...Wish to get back the solemn silence...Need the sound free of all fear

A sound that’s music to the ear...

Since I heard the murmuring of the leaves...

Since I heard the murmuring of the leaves, I heard the buzzing of the bees and I heard the grumbling of the trees…..deep down the solemn silence of my heart....

I heard a thousand sounds rumbling…..it is growing louder by the second…tearing each part of me apart...

The whistling wind rushing by....the soft breeze touching by...

Ray of Hope.....

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I would be the surviver at the end of all stories....
You konw, hope stands for the personification of optimism...............

'Hope my dream is alive somewhere....... she would be back to my canopy.....

I am waiting for HER.... my beloved Dream .....

I dare to live..............

Stormy phase of my life.... I just wanted to welcome the storm....... so I was ready...

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise.....I saw the storm.. a silent storm...that winded me up within the tempest in my life. ..

I could understand there was a rainbow slowly fading throught the tears...

I was searching for a ablest navigator in my life... it was ofcourse my dream that could tell you every thruth of my life... because it was not an oneirism.... my dream was my love, my passion, my spirit and mirth, my glee and satisafaction .... all told, those were the truth of my life ...aah!!! Yet my dream is no more within me....

My dream could weep with pity and delight.... she should have blushed with love and shame.. her breathe could call me by my name.....but she no longer is there.....

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Many miles to go for me..... but how?.. I don't know....

But I have to be a surviver at the end of all........