Dreams..
When they birthed in my heart They were lifeless, fresh and stagnant Warmth of my bosom gave them life Whispers of my lips gave them strength They can stand, they can move and breathe But they preferred my heart, Enjoyed the coziness, unwilling to face the world.. I cried and I cried when I realized that They were my dreams…without wings…sobbing… But when I opened my cage of heart They flew away like birds… They were waiting for ages.. To be freed and touch new horizons Wondering how they could fly so high… When I saw an eagle carrying them on its wings.