My Friendship

Dreams are something I have started believing in lately. Each night there is a new dream, some believable, some unbelievable, some scary and some inspiring as well. It's like a reel which starts involuntarily, induced somewhere from the unconscious state of mind. I shared my dreams with a few friends and it was quite interesting to know their dreams, in return. A good friend of mine who believes that ''Dreams are gates to territories that are not explored'' suggested me to start a journal in order to keep a record. I did so and it's satisfying to fill page after page. The most interesting one which I had seen recently had a message. A quote!  ''Books are not divergent because they flirt with each other''   Make sense? It's been a long time since I composed a poem. Here's a try of shaping a dream into a poetry. She closed her eyes  to open the lock tonight of another dream door which awaits her to cite an unseen story, foretol...

Eager birds chirrup biding a goodbye As setting of the sun embarks At the horizon meets the sky and the earth It all seem so serene and stark Walls painted in rattan beize decorated with frames and oil paintings A blue palazzo pant and a red top lies on her bed with a watch, hand bag and big earrings She sits there, just before a window Relentlessly, looking outside And suddenly the rooster clock buzz, frenzy   She realize it has been days since she cried Tears trickle down her cheeks  For she know, another day is about to pass and the fate will guzzle her with woes life sans love and friendship is a dry grass Written for Three Word Wednesday