Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A friend or Dream



A friend or Dream

The beauty of dreams I see is in the way you hold my hand

When I feel to cry, when the wounds are hard to dry

The essence of your touch make them disappear

But still you are my worst fear,

for I know that you are my creation

Diffrence b/w us is 2 worlds apart

diffrence b/w real and imagination


When you save me from my evil within, I name you angel

Still my lips can feel the kiss of yours,

I felt heaven beneath my toes

I was dreaming but I was cut short of breath

My heart was beating harder; solace was in cold of death

I wished to never open my eyes,

for I knew you would disappear with the twilight

I knew it wont be same again & I would wake up w/o your name


So bittersweet, I tasted the colors in the light;

Saw the music dancing in your eyes

They are moments of my dream; A dream more alive than life

When I give up and it's hard to survive

I want to feel you there by my side

although I know I am hallucinating

yet you are my only hope when all hopes are fading


I still dont know why you wanted me to kill

you gave me a gun, kissed me and said "go kill"

then you left me alone standing still

And once your image started fading away

I knew it wont be back till ages

I wish I was strong enough to fake

or atleast bless me with a power

a power to turn imaginary into real images


When you come and go and leave me in grief

the tears fall from my eyes coz I cud not believe

So let me my friend, give you an image with my words

let me try to describe you in my dreamworld

but all I remember is some sort of feeling

Are you really beautiful, or I feel so coz you are my healing

My visions and dreams is a sort of maze

I know you are most pretty; but I cant recall your face


With my closed I saw your open eyes

And they were seas of emotions in which I dived

with purity of perfect crystal, and with a heart of gold

with essence of mother nature, n the only solace to my pain

In my imagination she is a beautiful dame

She is my fantasy, a everlasting supporting hand

who needs reality when u fall in love with your imaginary friend


-Karan(sunny)

written - April 2008

Edited - october 2011

2008 version: See picture


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