MY DREAMS

On the floor
In my room
Away from the worldly garden
Where flowers of ambition bloom
In a silent and cozy corner
I sit and wonder
What crawls inside me?
On my skin and under
Does it have any meaning?
In the world sans my room
Where the thorny flowers
Of ambition seldom bloom??

I try to dig deeper
Inside my well lubricated cerebrum
And at times I even
Mount nostalgia's rostrum
Trying to find the answer
To a very simple question
When I utter thoughts
Will the world listen?

For I know that I
Am the most capable judge of my intensions
I also realize that
Only I can control my temptations.

In this fast paced
World of competition I wonder
Will my dreams come true?
Or will I too surrender?

The steps I take,
My thoughts, are they right??
Or is it flying in the wrong direction,
My life’s kite
For I don’t know
What awaits me
Tomorrow or even
The next January

Hence I am writing this poem tonight
A day before my first test, pre-board
Because the result,
I can’t decode
But whatever it might be
I promise thee
That I will move on
To achieve a blissful spree
And try to reach a state
In which I would make single dream come true daily!!