Nevermind ...

Never-mind the dreams are one of it's kind

Sometimes beautiful, sometimes bruised
But when you wake up everything is renewed
Its just the fading darkness of the night
That condemns us to put up a fight
We as a withered leaf fall
As if it's autumn's call.
Never-mind the dreams are one of it's kind.

It seems as if we are stuck at sea,
Striking randomness as the time flees,
With every thud the waves hit,drowsiness falls as a fit.
But the distant smear of hope,rekindles the efforts to cope.
There is a shimmer of happiness on the other side of the dawn
The sun shall come up and the drowsiness shall be gone.
Yet the time of high tide is hard to define,
you are stuck at sea and path seems blind.

Never-mind, that's the haziness of the dream,
Mostly ending up in a scream.
But there is always a ray of hope,
At the end of dark tunnel which we tend to escape.
But this period of darkness shall soon demise,
As the new day shall arrive.
Promise of new day is all it takes,
To shun down the darkness, such dreams are maketh.

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inspired from : Nevermind by Charu Jain (http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=103061286424814)