Giving Wings To Dreams

Task after task,  completed, pending , prospective , ignored, piled and postponed, Will you ever end? Work after work, staring, glaring, scaring, peeping and pointing, Will l  ever be able to keep you out of my sight and mind? Chores after chores, From sunrise to sunset , Summers to winters, quarterly to annually, Will l be ever able to decide and choose what should be next and what should be put to a permanent rest? Mission after mission, Work at home, Work at workplace,  Work before and after whatever one wants to do, Will it ever be possible to sidetrack you? Labour , toil, effort, exertion, duties, assignments and comissions all these are backbreaking synonyms of you. Sages have preached since ages, Change and movement is life's law. Whatever is stale and stagnant is sign of death and decay. Can you besiege if l dare to wish you enjoy a nap, take a siesta, keep your head down? Since, your snatching forty winks won't mean a dead end for me, And l will rob a little time...

Freely floating clouds, you are the true monarchs of the vast skies. Will you be my chariot ? Can you carry me to the northern heights? On a hill top, in a beautiful town solace of my soul resides. Different shades of you from gray to white make lovely patterns when they mingle with the azure of the vault of the heaven. I also pine for blending with the serenity that's a permanent resident of the balming north to create mosaic with the hues of chaste love and warmth, I also wish to script an arresting tale of tenderness,  but for my dream to see the light of the day , will you be my coupe? Unshackled, unbound and untethered as you are, Craving of parched lands you know how to quench, Scouring of muddy sphere you know how and when to handle, Will you carry me alongwith you to the direction pointed by the one and only  northern star? So, that l can feel alive before it's too late and breath in the land where there is no negative ardour to confine the virtuouness of the soul.