Posted by: Prem Piyush | December 14, 2006


Thousand dreams, when,
take wings, willing to fly.
When life seems to be,
Only one chance to live.

To fill the vacancy unknown,
To realise the sweet dreams.
The mind seems to be restless,
Looking back into potentials,
Unexplored and to be invented.

There lies the path ahead,
Across the walls.
Tiny threads of hopes tied,
To make the strong rope,
And throw it across the walls.

Climbing the verticals,
Looking the height,
Ignorant of depth.
The rope of hopes,
Hold so tight,
Unless it breaks with life .



  1. moved. 🙂

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