But what if your dreams are shattered. The hope of light that was to give colour
to your wings had died forever. And you, unaware of it, still wait for that golden moment to come...To fly out to the world...
To see your wings sparkle with red, blue and golden...
To see the beauty of nature...
To smell and taste those beautiful flowers...
Everything remains a dream...Visions you've seen over and over again...
Moments you've been longing to live...But somewhere along the way, you realise that it'sof no use.
You're trapped in a dungeon...With a mean and fierce dragon gaurding the high gates...Salvation is yet to come...
Are you tired of waiting? Can you stop dreaming?
I watched a little girl, running about the garden, chasing a butterfly. She asked me for help to catch that little rascal. He's been fooling her for long. I knew I could not but still agreed to try. But later she wanted to run after the clouds and make them stop... :)
I wished to be her, enjoying every little thing coming her way. Giggles and joy was all what she had. Living a carefree life!!!
And that was it!!!If dreams are what really makes me myself, so be it...
So what if my wings are broken...New ones will replace them soon...
I still lie here inside my coccoon...In my own world...With my sweet dreams...
