.........towards the stream of thoughts

Friday, December 28, 2012

Lost Wishes

Words are nothing but just the symbols
That can never reflect my thoughts as they are
Colours are nothing that can never show how dark my soul is
Pencil lines can never show how much it means to me
A story can never narrate how sad our plight is
Every wind that blows all around carries my sighs
Every rain drop is a tear freezed in far away sky
Beyond the waves of ocean I can hear only one voice
A voice that comes from a diamond land and echoes in mind
A day will come for me to die in a lonely land
Wishes may come true even when I am born again