Dreams

And those rail of dreams came by,
One behind the other, they flew across my eyes,
Some with laughs, some were agile,
A few of them were weak, aching and senile,
Tinch of hope, a tinge of grey,

Love in few, rest smelled betray,
I rode on a bit, in a wish to smile,
A short trip in most, few travelled miles.
None of them happy, none of them jovial,
Dark scents of past, unpleasant and accidental.

Something that never ceases to haunt,
Every other day, in every other front.
Fighting every day in a blissful wish,
None of those nasty one's never gets missed,
Such that the next chapter of my story,
Will have dreams filled with glory.

- Khushi Kaul