Dreams Are Made Plans
Refrain … Stop… Don’t, your mind screams But how do you stop rivers flowing, How do you halt the process? Hold back seconds, minutes and hours? And stop the evolution of time? Can you desist from breathing? Without which you would die!
Entombed within your own fears A state of disparagement Are feelings of unworthiness.
Yet beneath the silent core Springs flow eternal Weaving and wending Bringing life to the surface In a quiet faraway land Where hopes are realities And dreams are made plans.
~*~ “Ali, Mere Dilbar Jaani, Mujhe tumse pyar hai bahut Sanam. Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho. Bin tere kuch nahin hai… Elga”
© Elga~Indigo~ 21 July 2005 – All rights reserved 03H51pm
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