Its always there,
No matter you land where;
The 'ifs' and 'buts',
Make you wonder, and stare.
It stirs you with its glow,
Like a flame of light,
You know you cannot hold;
For that light,
Would no longer be bright,
If you capture it with your might.
It surprises you with its calm,
Like a serene ocean,
Playing its charm;
But you know you cannot jump in,
For that itself would,
Break the rhythm of the divine.
It mesmerizes you with its fragrance,
Like a fresh flower,
In full bloom;
But you know you cannot pluck it,
For that would turn it,
Forever, into gloom.
Such is the fate of our wishful fantasies;
'I wish....',
'If only....',
And many more like these...
Deep down you know,
Its not going to happen;
For good or bad,
Unable to fathom.
But what's the harm,
In wishing and aspiring;
If nothing else,
You are living that dream,
In your heart, already.
No matter you land where;
The 'ifs' and 'buts',
Make you wonder, and stare.
It stirs you with its glow,
Like a flame of light,
You know you cannot hold;
For that light,
Would no longer be bright,
If you capture it with your might.
It surprises you with its calm,
Like a serene ocean,
Playing its charm;
But you know you cannot jump in,
For that itself would,
Break the rhythm of the divine.
It mesmerizes you with its fragrance,
Like a fresh flower,
In full bloom;
But you know you cannot pluck it,
For that would turn it,
Forever, into gloom.
Such is the fate of our wishful fantasies;
'I wish....',
'If only....',
And many more like these...
Deep down you know,
Its not going to happen;
For good or bad,
Unable to fathom.
But what's the harm,
In wishing and aspiring;
If nothing else,
You are living that dream,
In your heart, already.
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