Manisha Bharti

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Lekhny composition -28-Jul-2023

In the land of dreams, where shadows play,

Where fantasies dance and night holds sway,
A vision blooms within my mind,
A dream that's woven, intricate, and kind.

In this reverie, I am free to soar,
Above the clouds, forevermore,
With wings unfurled, I take to flight,
Through stars and moons, in celestial light.

A canvas vast, where colors blend,
I paint my dreams, where hopes ascend.
In every stroke, a tale unfolds,
Of courage, love, and mysteries untold.

I wander through a forest deep,
Where secrets whisper and creatures sleep.
The ancient trees, their wisdom shared,
A sanctuary where my soul is bared.

Beneath a moon, a silver gleam,
I find myself beside a stream,
Its gentle murmur, a soothing sound,
As time stands still, and dreams unbound.

Along the shore, shells softly call,
Their lustrous sheen, a pearl's enthrall,
With each new step, the world transforms,
My heart, a symphony of storms.

Through meadows painted in delight,
I chase the sunset's golden light.
The flowers sway, a fragrant waltz,
As dusk descends, and night exalts.

Upon a hill, I lie supine,
To gaze upon the stars align,
Their ancient tales, a constellation,
Unveiling truths, profound elation.

In this realm, my heart is bared,
Embracing all that I have dared,
The highs, the lows, and every hue,
A kaleidoscope of shades askew.

Across horizons, I traverse,
A nomad blessed, an endless curse,
For dreams can lead where roads divide,
A journey deep, where hearts confide.

I find a castle in the air,
Where aspirations rise and flare,
Its towers touch the skies above,
A testament to dreams and love.

Within its walls, a library vast,
A treasure trove from ages past,
Each page I turn, a world anew,
The wisdom old, forever true.

Through city streets, I make my way,
Where laughter's heard, and children play,
In every face, a story weaved,
In every heart, a dream believed.

In quiet moments, as night wanes,
I glimpse reflections, joys, and pains,
The mirror shows the soul laid bare,
The longing eyes, the earnest stare.

The dream, a tapestry of desires,
A symphony of inner fires,
With every thread, it finds its form,
An intricate web, through calm and storm.

And when the morning sun does rise,
I leave behind the dream's disguise,
Yet carry with me, deep inside,
The dreams that in my heart reside.

For in this land of boundless scope,
A kaleidoscope of dreams and hope,
I find the essence of my soul,
The parts that make me feel whole.

So, let me cherish every night,
The realm where dreams take eager flight,
For in this world, I'm truly free,
To be the person I aspire to be.

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Niraj Pandey

29-Jul-2023 12:27 AM

nice one

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Raghuveer Sharma

29-Jul-2023 12:14 AM

very nice

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Reena yadav

28-Jul-2023 09:44 PM

👍👍

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