Dream come true

When I saw her,
they call it a dream.
But I gave it my life
even though through that,
no one came through my way.

Solely I walked ,
following the skies.
Through my own way,
with that dream in my heart.
I passed along with the time.

Today I write this,
along with my dream..

Friends

The shades stands tall,
reaching in the skies.
All alone in this silent night.
Stretching its head among 
the tiny little stars,

searching for a piece of life.
To throw away the loneliness,
together to explore the the dark sky.
Suddenly a rise from the west,
tearing the dark
to sweep the loneliness.

With a smiling face she comes.
Wake up its morning.
With a lazy mind I woke up,
trying to remember 
some dream I saw.
A shade standing tall in the sky.
The light came removing
the darkness,
only to find that
all were with him...

*****

A Hand to Help

Looking through the people,
walking by their shadows.
Learning from their ages,
knowing one with the passing days.
I can sense their feelings.

When I see some tears of one,
my mind will always tends for them.
When I started wishing it,
my limbs were not caring it.

Thinking while why I failed,
I saw an ant helping one.
Slowly slowly many came by,
so that he can carry high.

Looking through my mind,
I found why I failed.

The very cause was me itself,
whose roots were among this present world.
Our minds are held till this roots are cut.
When the very cause is dead.
The shadows will be same in length.
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From the melting ice kept on the table edge,
a drop came through.
The leaves from the darker trees were,
dragged through the rugged stones.
The drop was flowing down and down,
the faithless mind was loving that.
The melting ice was gone for ever,
and the little drop had lost his back.

A single leaf from a shiny tree,
has made a way through the blackened walls.
The shining green saw that drop,
making way to the heated plate.
She then prayed to the gods for him.
The little drop was knowing none,
he was forced to the path which ends.

She could do was just watching,
for a helpless girl to do.
The green turned red as the drop fell down,
rising help for that shaken feet.
The walls came down for the golden trees,
making sound a breeze came by.
The red was bright,
when the drop was on.
Thanking gods for that crimson make,
they had flown to the grassy plains.