I am lost in the Woods.

I hear the birds chirp,

I feel an unknown grip,

Holding me around,

To take me off the ground,

 

 

When the wind blew,

I really had no clue,

How I got through,

A narrow groove.

 

 

The sky still looks blue,

And the clouds move,

But it’s so not true,

And I still have no clue.

 

 

I am again lost in the thought,

That how I was brought,

It’s all just not the same,

And I know it’s not a dream.

 

 

I am now in a paradise,

That I never saw through my eyes,

Appears like a gift in disguise,

And there is nothing so nice.

 

 

Here lies a secret boon,

Wrapped up in a cocoon,

Waiting to come out soon.

 

 

A sparking light,

Glitters so bright,

Igniting a silent muse,

And erupting a smoggy ooze.

 

 

And again when the wind blew,

I really had no clue,

How I got through,

A narrow groove.

 

Coming back onto earth,

Feels like taking a rebirth,

And I take another deep breath,

To bring out the inner strength.

 

 

Those choices that we made,

And the dreams that we chased,

Flow within the rhythm of waves,

Clearing the misty haze.

 

To DREAM is always to DREAM,

To IMAGINE is always a CONCEPTION,

To WISH is always to SEEK,

To live the DREAM, is always an ART.

 

This ain’t a dream…..