The salty breeze hugs me,
The beauty of ocean holds me,
The wet sand packs my foot prints.
I'm walking towards the tides,
Which are calmer than my thoughts.
Yet thinking how it feels to dream,
I'm going to scream,
That I want to be a dreamer. more. than. ever.

The sky is filled with dark clouds,
I was lost in the thoughts,
Wondering that how it feels,
For a wandering home to reach its home.
Without a dream it feels,
Like being surrounded by dark clouds,
And desperate to find the light;
Like trying to hold without oxygen,
Like an artist without sight,
Like a writer struggling with the plot,
Like living life without hope;
And the years of education feels like a joke.

A giant tide hits the bank ,
The bright sunlight makes me blink,
The clouds are never meant to hold the sun.
The clouds and the barriers,
May be don't stop dreamers,
And those who are willing to discover their dreams...

Sitting on the bank,
Embracing the warmth of setting sun,
I find the strength to discover my dreams,
To swallow this uneasiness,
To put stopper to this confusion,
To follow my heart,
And to add meaning to my life...

.    .    .