When we were little, we had dreams
that filled our eyes through the silver moon beams
Some naive and silly , Some super significant
Each tiny tact would have us inspiration stuck
With a rush of compassion to make it all from big to small.
Brave wings to fight up petty things ,
Always sprouted from back to risk up any innings ,
Crafting these in the heart, we never thought of anything apart.
Some of us are now living those dreams,
And the rest of us drifted away into distant beginings .
The fling we all had like little soldiers within ,
Faded away into the skies unseen.
Losing childishness along the way,
We mature , We grow up ,we realize and we get old.
Somewhere in between adoloscence to middlescence ,
Most of us often notice a dip in the drive – A deadlock.
A deadlock-Where we do not want get into the future
Nor do we want to get ahead of our past.
Dreams are now fantasies of escape from responsibilities ,
and Wishes are to fullfill the parts of self that no one cares .
Seeking that now will be an unchangeable past in no time
Amidst all the chaos we stand still with one desire clear .
An undying hope that lives longer and counts bigger,
than the number of times we have gone around the sun.
A wish to make it big and shine under the limelight ,
An ambition to get glorious and stay infinite forever.
A hope of no matter what and how I am gonna make it someday
This dream keeps us going , gives us a living and has a healing from life .