Dreams
Its five in the morning
Yet to sleep
Fantasizing wild heights and
The peak to reach
Yet not ready to relax
Closing my eyes on a soft couch
And feeling to be above all
Like the only star glowing
In the dark mighty sky.
I know,
The way I am through
Is not the way on the rose petals
Indeed a bare foot journey
On the thorns of the same plant.
Yet not afraid
Rather a smile with a grace
And ready to face.
Though thousands concealed
In the darkness today,
Still alive
For, the tomorrow yet to arrive
With the sun in its reddish glowing attire
And you in front of millions as a desire.