It’s never wrong to want something every day of your life, to chase, to find comfort in the uncomfortable, as you wait… As you dream…
Go ahead, fly with your wings of imagination
Would you please today, smile for no reason
Be a super soul, save lives around the world
Must you fight the fire, like you are the fire yourself
Dive in the ocean, dare to swim along with the whales
Swing with the waves, like you are the waves of high tide
Be bold my dear, take a shower under the waterfall
Let the white water absorb all the filth to cleanse your soul
Would you sing a song my dear, even if there is no music
Just search inside a little and be the music yourself
Pick a quill today, make it dive into the pot of colorful ink
Let your thoughts imprint, make that paper worthy
Today, must you forget the sins of the silly
Be wise enough to forgive, like you’re forgiving a little child
Today, be the one, you’ve always aspired to become
Inject a little power to your soul, to your running blood
Go ahead my dearest
Dream today with your eyes open wide
Just dream of the impossible
Let your dream become your sight, your reality
By Zigyasa Kakkar FROM MYSESTINA
A fairytale, a love story,
A person, a sweet memory,
A life I want, I want to be alive,
So into the dream world I dive!
She is a dreamer, a day dreamer. She day-dreams at night too! She sleeps not, because she is planning. She is working out a way to live the life she wants. A dream, no one would have dared to dream, she dreams wide awake. Her thoughts wander away, in lands unknown, in places wanting to be seen. Those worlds beg for her presence and she giggles as she knows who she is. She smiles away her past and pushes those memories far. She is a new girl, with a new dream, with a much newer, better life waiting for her. She is strong enough to conquer her fears, conquer her emotions. She is strong enough to break all chains, boundaries and set herself free, before her soul leaves her body. She knows she has to do this and so she is still alive. Her dream is a reason to live, her dream is what she will live, and so she is still awake. Wide eyed in the middle of the night, planning and thinking and dreaming and wondering, her sheer imaginations, in her eyes, sparkling bright!
Her hands pained no more. She held the knife tight in her hands, and her fingers bled. She was about to do something she should not be doing. She was committing a sin. She was killing herself, her dream. She was taking away a beautiful life of a beautiful girl, which God had made for her. God had blessed her with life, but she was not ready for it. Her eyes were red and swollen, her skin twitching every inch. Her skull was exploding with pain, and the rest of her body was numbed. Her temples overly exposed the stressed nerves and sweat trickled down them. She cried no more, but looked into the space without looking. Something stopped her, held her there. Her life was not ready to leave her. She was not strong enough to commit a sin so bad!
You would not do it if you were strong.
A small voice in her head whispered.
You have a dream, your ego, and your soulful life. You can live that dream, you can live your imagination, you fearless stubborn girl!
The voice continued. But she was bothered; she was bothered with some flashes of memories, those visions in front of her. The hateful faces, the loveless people, drained all energy out. She gritted her teeth and groaned with pain, as chills ran down her spine. The numbness left her skin. And she felt her hands wet with blood. She pulled up the knife to her wrist. I hate seeing blood. I hate anything vulnerable. I am a warrior. I will fight to live this life. I have a DREAM. I am egoistic enough to live my dream before my soul leaves. I am not weak. And the knife fell from her clasp, with a dull clink on the ground, now a pool of red. She flinched at the sight. She was dizzy. She had to cry, to let her tears out.
So she did.
The whole night.
But she lived.
And she lived her dream too….
By Patty Wolters FROM KRUIDJE-ROER-ME-NIET
to fly to wish
To think to see to feel
Slipping into ethereal realm
Surrendering from real
To land of limitless possibilities
Of adventures far and free
No one to stop my imagination
Not even me…
Flying through bluest skies
Soaring along wake of raging seas
To dip my toes in tropical sand
Or kiss my love on offered hand
To dream to explore to believe
To seek to adventure to be…
No matter how big or vast
the mind can see the paths
At night when drifting deep
Subconscious playground of sleep
To dream to ponder to play
Where thoughts go to stay…
And roll through ideas, wishes
The lists of endless bliss
Sometimes we bury in daylight
Allowed to resurface at night
When our walls are down
Our truths come out
the “if only” and “what ifs”
should and could haves
Love quests, inner fire
That light the heart
The mind, the soul
And when we wake
We have the chance
To make it real
All our own
By Emily Clapper FROM POETGIRLEM
While Gregg, Meg, and Creg were busy arguing who’s going to be the best chicken, Pegg was lost in his contemplation.
“I’m not going to be a chicken, rooster, or any ordinary cock”, he thought. “I’m going to be extraordinary; surpassing what is expected of me. I will be a peacock!”
In this world, nothing is too impossible. Your dream is the only limit, so dream BIG!
By Alpe John FROM THE JUANDERING ARTIST
When you go to sleep at night,
That’s when your dreams awake,
They dance and sing in your heart and mind,
They take your sorrow away.
Your dreams are precious so keep them alive,
Even in your darkest hour,
Think of them, they’ll give you a smile,
And fill you with renewed power.
It may be difficult at times,
But if you keep believing,
The cloud will clear and your dreams would shine,
And put an end to all your grieving.
You just need to put your faith in them,
Allow it to fuel you,
Your hard work and effort will pay in the end,
That’s when your dreams will come true.
By Michelle Joseph FROM PSYCHEDELIC BAY
The power to turn one’s dream into reality lies within the heart of those who prioritise in helping others achieve theirs… Build bridges, life ain’t a highway.
Expressions Crossing Continents