Dream Life

                                               Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plum the hazel shells with a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has O'er-brimm'd their dammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft -lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sond asleep, Drow'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou ...

                                           Who we really are from the inside?    What stories we have buried What are we trying to hide? Saying : I am totally okay Even when a thousand times we cried             Busy in faking perfection Just to fuel the futile pride? and in between of all that laughter    There is a thing that I have realized        That the happiest face among us Are the ones who have already died.

                                               Love a girl who writes        and live her many lives;        you have yet to find her,        beneath her words of guise. Kiss her blue inked fingers,        forgive the pens they marked.        The stain of your lips upon her-        the one she can't discard. Forget her tattered memories,        or the pages others took;        you are her ever after-        the hero of her book.

                                If you knock on my hear once You'll hear the hollow cries And the echoes of the whispers Of a girl who used to fly If you knock on my heart twice You just might hear the story Of a girl who loved the ones Who stripped her of her glory If you knock on my heart thrice You'll find out crumpled soul But do not be too upset If you cannot make it whole For there are so many people Who've torn me inside out And the ones who try to heal me Have there eyes etched with doubt I'm like a broken doll My only sounds are tinned And the badges of my solitude Over my chest they are pinned I know that I'm almost gone That my heart is like a grain But there's something you can do That'll make music once again Knock on it ten times more You'll hear the tune of a song Of a girl who loves to soar