While I sleep I dream!

While I sleep, I dream
To travel the lands far away
Be a nomad,
Have no past to boast about
Live in the present
Look up to the future
While I sleep, I dream
To travel the lands far away
To lie spread eagled in grasslands
Covered by a thin layer of cold mist
Sun rays providing the gentle warmth
While I sleep, I dream
To travel the lands far away
To feel hunger & starvation
Engage in the battle for survival
Prey upon & be preyed
While I sleep, I dream
To travel the lands far away
To smile freely & cry happily
To be fearless, shun inhibitions & apprehensions
To digest mirth, excrete gloom
While I sleep, I dream
To travel the lands far away
To plough the fields
Till them, sow in them
To engineer machines
lube them, grease them
While I sleep, I dream
To travel the lands far away
To swim in the streams, flow along streams
Hear the birds chirp,feel bugs & snakes crawl
While I sleep, I dream
To travel the lands far away

Do I need fame and wealth

What do I need fame and wealth for,
When your love is worth living for,
What do i need palaces and hotels for,
When your heart is the place to dwell in,
On my life I swear,
Your love is my honor,
Your passion is my name,
What do I need fame and wealth for,
When your love is worth living for,
What do I need palaces and  hotels for,
I seek no comforts, I seek no luxuries,
For your your love treats me in distress and pain,
Put me to sleep, put me out of pain,
Even if it means I have to be slain,
I seek a world that knows no material gain

Flight Of A Kite

It may depict freedom, independence
But the truth is
It remains bonded
It depends on the wind
To help it reach high, scale peaks
And turn into a speck in the sky
Without gale it can never hope of giving hope
It depends on that string
The one that makes it soar heights untouched
The same one that could draw it back
To the depths it came from
It depends on the light
To glimmer and shine bright
For in the dark it can’t breathe fire
To make itself visible
It depends on the hand that guides its dance
The hand that makes it swing and swirl
It may symbolize freedom and independence
But the truth is
It remains bonded
To the wind, the string, the light and the hand…
With a hope of giving hope
Such is the story of
The flight of a kite