My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

and i reached for the stars


My dream was like the Stars in the Empty Horizon;
Always felt to give them a new flight, to My Imagination
Wanted to reach to the horizon beyond all bars;
“Wish I could have reached for My Stars….”

A pen and a paper;
My thoughts hovered across my mind
Sometimes in the empty dark night, with a taper;
And sometimes in the drizzling rain, I find
What?? My thoughts or a step ahead to My dreams!!!

My dreams were like Stars glowing ;
I could see them glittering at the threshold
When I thought of holding it,I could feel….
It was going ……………………………………
Is it my luck!! Is it my lack of opportunity or something is lacking in the performance of my duty????

Days passed by;
Rhyme and rhythm went to sway
I got a new birth;
My mind was pregnant with a thought
Thoughts to go and hold the Stars
I smiled, I hesitated, I cried, I giggled, I laughed, I shouted ………….because “I am living My Dream”

Now the nights are so bright;
I can hold my pen with might
When I birds chirp, I hear their song;
When the flowers dance..I groove as one among
When the blue night whisper…I talk to them…..

I have given Wings to my Dreams
Once caged and held in bars
Happily happy to see myself for “two”
For ME “and I reached for the Stars”……….

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