Dreams Galore

A cool breeze at the sea shore,

Unveiled my dreams galore.

A dream which I regard as best chore,

Came pushing my mind's door.

“Standing on the cloud nine,

Letting my eyes brightly shine,

Making my cheeks a gold mine,

Receiving wishes for my success, in line.

Making plans to spend my first salary,

Giving my friends the best, from my known arts of culinary,

Drawing my mind from dream’s rotary,

And stop writing philosophical poetry.”

The limitations I drew,

And the ego that I grew,

Stopping my dreams from coming true,

And finally making my blue, brew.

Outwardly, I may look like a hard crust,

But, one day my heart will be a volcano burst,

Erupting not only the success thirst,

But also the inner surge to answer my parents trust.

SUN

See the rising SUN on east

Wearing his brightest rays to the best

Waking up my thoughts which are under rest

Bringing the day of new hopes and zest

Opening his opportunities chest

Raising the success lust

Guiding me under his light, as I’m his guest

Embraces me, till I reach nest

Bids good bye and sets on west

Thanking such a SUN is must.

TRENDZ

Life is a dreams season,

With aim’s and thought’s fission and fusion.

For that, one needs to work like a mason,

Etching stones to build a beautiful mansion.

After graduation, I made retrospection.

But what is the use of it, leaving my capabilities in misconception,

And envisaging the employment situation?

My mind needs some satisfaction.

To pull out my desires from suppression,

To put myself out of this depression,

Giving my life a succession,

I found, I should give my happiness no concession.

When I shared my grief with friends,

There came the idea of TRENDZ.

It may not achieve the transcendence,

But I’ll try to make it beautiful like colorful rainbow bends.