Giving Wings To Dreams

The Supersonic Train of our life on the wheels of this world is running on and on. Brightly illuminated stations are now and then arrived at, While musty, foggy stations are somewhere in the horizon left behind. Stations once crossed, stations once passed might howsoever yearn for this Supersonic Train to be back on their corroded tracks would stand neglected and ignored. Since this train once flagged off would never ever turn. It would possibly never ever return. To this train one by one new blazing compartments are added while constantly towards shine and glitter it is headed. Alas! during this upgradation process  even this train can't guess, how many of its old compartments were abandoned or removed on the heartless track of its journey better be addressed as life. The young engine of this train is continuously whistling and is brimming with winsome smiles without realising that it also has a similar destiny or fate, Like the Old Engine one day it will also end up in a junkyard...

Covetous sweet slumber why do you always intend to cuddle mostly when we are going through an edifying process? Envious sweet slumber you have become bitingly bitter by looming, by advancing at this hard-pressed hour.  Right now, we have so much to hear At this instant, we have so much to fear. We have to be there at our duty's beck and call. A third eye is keeping a vigil over us. Brief us how can we be on your soothing swing while ceaselessly we can hear the chime of duty deafeningly ring? This is not the apt time for a nap, Since there is no scope, no road of rest drawn on our life's hectic map. Covetous sweet slumber l have  often felt and heard, You have the power to make everyone's vision blurred. You have the invisible wings to fly. No accursed human form can evade your candid touch howsoever, unheard-of tactics he might try. Envious sweet slumber, You might question and wonder whether l just behave or am genuinely a bipolar? How can l be so dicey? Dicey for addressi...