Dream... In"dite"... Dream...

I dream to shout aloud, of the girl I loved.
I dream to cry it out, she is my pain about.
I dream to be a dove, white, free and noble.
I dream to be a love, like the last lone pebble.

Dreams I dream, to let dream of a dream
Dreams to scream, about the screams at stream.
Dreams of eyes brim, as they gleam in esteem.
Dreams of smiles slim, as I meme in extreme.

Dreams I had ago and far, dreams of face nay a scar,
Dreams to be a twinkle star, dreams walking boundaries par,
Dreams I dream even now, dreams I know not to fulfill how.
Dreams I dream even now, Dreams of being hit by 'that' bow.

Dreams people had of me, dreams of what I should be,
Dreams did I dream of me, dreams to write what I feel.
But never did my dream come true, my writs went to fire the brew.
Yet I dream to pen my tale, I be my crew, the true shall sail.

Freedom. I saw it.

The waves jumped to the sand, and the fish flew high.
Like it wobbled your hand, you like a busy firefly.
The roses bloomed in dew, and shone red this morning.
And so did you in your hue, let go my beauty yearning.

The air danced in the shell, and sang the pleasant song,
like was your voice bell, it was heard all night long.
So came the night with stars, they shone from east to west,
And you were moon nay scars, yet were you the best.

Like the squirrel that ran, this hot noon on the white shore,
So did your heart swan, fly high and high above the whole.
Like was the dove flying, like was the penguin screaming,
like was a cute child crying, was your face all miming .

Like was that little feet tap, like was that freely hung strap,
like was the color of rainbow, like was the divine candle's glow,
like was the little jumping hare, like was that diamond lovely and rare,
like were my thoughts for you, like were you, freedom all new.

Hostel sweet home

I wake up early, early in the morning, yawning yawning, my alarm warning.
I brush and sing, sing in all wing, singing singing, keep on brushing.
In search of water, as if for quarter, I will even barter, I need water.
I go to eat food, food called wood food, made of good wood, wood too is food.

I run to my lecture, as if on a pitcher, I hate that teacher, that drowsy creature.
I sit in a corner, sleep in a corner, stare into a corner, as if am a mourner.
Walk back for a lunch, few rotis to munch, punch before munch, makes good lunch.
Phone sings all time, songs of no rhyme, its no rhyme time, Its all time time.

I sit and count seconds, think of all that reckons, even that second reckons, I again count seconds.
Flash like walk to my room, that never felt a broom, on my bed i groom, like a just wed groom.
I think to clean my place, to tie my shoe lace, I think to find ways, in dreams that embrace.
I hear bells and choirs, bells of pass prayers, choirs of glass in foils, all of night stayers.

It is exam if i sleep, before the sun is to creep, exam is no sleep, of course i have slip.
Birthday is nightmare, uninjured too rare, they seem they dont care, all those who do care.
My slippers I lost, my bottle empty and frost, for cookies I pay cost, yet above all I fast.
This hostel is my home, here I dont see any foam, My hostel is my rome, hostel sweet home.

The forlorn tear

A tear is my name, to say it is a shame,
for I am born out of pain, and out of unbearable strain.
With pride yet I claim, all that lamenting fame,
for I never go in vain, and my life has always a gain.

My life is short they say, though extend it may.
I crawl from heart to eye, and out of it as you cry.
On cheeks I do sway, and on shirts too I lay.
Midst fingers I often spy, even on velvet I may lie.

I witnessed hunger, I witnessed anger.
Those eyes that see the dead, is most likely where I shed.
I had crushed in slaps, I had dried in laps.
On shirts too was I fed, and into waters was I led.

I witness affection, I witness addiction.
I am born to be alone, I turn hearts to stone.
I am a lonely tear, and yet of voices I fear,
I am groan in some tone, and between moans am I grown.

I am a tear born, I am a tear to die.
I am a tear forlorn, witnessing all those who cry.