Dreams of paper
Like looking at floating, crisp little white clouds scattered across a blue sky,
Like the sound of an aeroplane that brings back the childish urge to fly
Like puddles of water after a sudden rain,
Like an old paper napkin with a birthday cake stain
dreams of paper..
grow along as we do..
are cursed birds that never flew
Like poetry never shared or read
Like little disappointments that are never declared
like amateur art being praised by a critic
paper colored in imagination; nonetheless artistic
dreams of paper
keep crawling along...and never find their feet
are secret smiles of victory in defeat
Like a star studded sky covered with clouds of storm
like a gifted brilliance that lacks expression and form
Like music lost in its own silence
like a conviction without defense
dreams of paper
float in little paper boats sometimes
jingle in the random music of wind chimes
wait all through for words to pen them down someday
or blessings of reality to sweep them away
dreams of paper
Like ripples in long stagnant water
like the road from before to after
like a basketful of wishes, packed in style,
not unwrapped too often; too sacred and fragile
The natural smile which a long forgotten nursery rhyme brings
Dreams of paper
are among all things...my most "forever" belongings
Dreams of paper
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"Truth of the by lanes crossed again and again
On the bicycle, falling time and again
The euphoria behind…
Moment of joys thriving in the rain
The stones thrown- farthest in –vein.
The running around, with puppy in chain.
The height of the happiness
Always flying above the pain."
that's what dreams of paper are.... wonderfully written as usual.
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