love without poetry is like love without life.. both don’t exist

Without life there is no love
Without love there is no poetry
Therefore without poetry there is no life to me..

Saturday, April 12, 2008

RED*..........MY SO CALLED DREAM WORLD



MY dreams are of endless count
they are small but together they make one
these dreams of mine i wish , become real...
but truly some
i think are unreal
they have come from the fantasy world
of spells and
chants ,and of wands and wizards
in my sleep they appear to be
real
but i know and have learned that they only belong to that world{DREAM WORLD}
SO now lets come back to the real world
what fun i
have in my dream land
i know i cant have fun over here like that
cause u see in the so called reality

there is no place for dreamz and creativity

the doors of love here,are open indeed
but the love given is usually measured with greed

I named my world of fantasy's
i call it red* ,with smile and please

how much to me red* is ..
no one knows ,but i'll tell this
the world i call red* is ......to me
more important than blood is to thee
----------PяǺŊĄ۷ ČħĄŊđŖд ŖдMǺŊ

2 comments:

priya venkat said...

hey...........really cool poem..........!!!!!!!!!!

Ananya Rajaraman said...

NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!