See those dreams are passing by,
They waited for their turn to be noticed
With hopes held high,
Not one or two, but a decade long,
Their hearts always singing, the “wooing song”.
Alas, its about time to leave the line,
So they make way for more deserving ones,
Albeit, with a sigh.
Okay, so I have to bid them goodbye,
With a promise of their return, when the
Time is right,
Carrying the hopes of a fortunate turn, for which we
Both had yearned,
I’m watching the sight of their flight,
Wondering, If only I could tell them, “never say die”,
Till the end, fight with all your might,
That you are mine; together we’ll find a destination
For just “you” and “I”, and it will be just right. :-)
Let's just say I put in my hopes again and again on some goal, or object, or something as necessary but small as love, some beautiful moments, or any other thing. Despite repeated failures, rejections or heartbreaks, I still manage to pull it through and find some way to be happy still. But after so many years, one day, after one more painful incident, you realise how futile and wrong it is to put myself in the same kind of tormenting phase again and again and again. That I have to and I can find other ways to find my happiness. That my hapiness should be within me, in my efforts, in my focus, in my goal; not in some object, or companionship or person or even a relation. Then I forego running after those trivial dreams, since otherwise it would be even more painful for me.
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