GREAT FEELING OF BEING A DREAMER

DREAMING

Hovering around the flowers, the honeybee move around

Was a good example to explain my state of mind

All my friends around me

Questioning me about my achievement

After receiving the 1^st prize of the Sports Day,

I was in no position of explaining my happiness

The audience was yelling out my name

As my friend expected, a bucket full of water

To wake me up

My eyes gazed at me the calendar and realized

The sun has just now woke up for my Sports Day  

SYMBOL OF HAPPINESS

SMILE

We meet several people

Be it in the palace

Or in the dirty lanes of cities;

Be it on the thrilling music concert

Or the silence in the corners of one of those isolated monuments

It consists of a forever assurance

That if you give

It will come back,

It is the most invaluable treasure

But every person

From the one toiling in the depth of mines;

To sitting on the heights of thrones;

Possess it

Its fascinating property of turning all enemies into friends

Unknown people to known

It communicates everything without speaking anything

It is just a big “SMILE”

WRONG ASSUMPTION.....LANDS TO TROUBLE!

UNEXPECTED

His long beard drew me crazy

The curly hair popping like springs

Stalking on one of those chips pieces

I slept with an assumption that he was the sweeper of my room

Probably 2 hours; as I thought,

My eyes widened to see

Every classmate staring at me

I don’t know of which 7 stars hotel I was dreaming about

But knowing that he was my new Chemistry teacher

Not only my eyes, my whole body was shivering

I surely understood that;

“No assumption is better than false assumption.” 

LAST NIGHT

LAST NIGHT

Last night was a strange night

In my dreams I stood at a tower  with great height;

It was a dream no more than a nightmare

It was a dream of enjoying the fresh air.

Over my head was the endless sky

Complemented by the birds that flew high;

I knew it was past twelve

I was supposed to read the books lying on the shelf

Under my feet was the devastating land

The waters of the beach were hitting the sand;

Only the moon’s light was visible

Which shone at each place which was possible?  

It was the strangest night I had ever seen

No shouts on the streets could reach my ear;

The streetlights shone brightly on the streets  

The bus stop was lonely with empty seats.

Chilling cold wind pierced through the window

It awoke me from my deep, sweet sleep;

I was amazed at my thought and said to myself 

"Could I really believe that it was the noisy world in which I live?”