Today I have written after a long long while. Most of it posted here is that I have written years ago. And many more to come are also my old writings.

This poem is a combination of hope and happiness, prayer and gratefulness, fear and superstition and desire and fulfilment. The poetess (me) is talking of success she has had in her life. The success is the fruit of long term hard work, yet somehow she feels it had been a magic. She feels like she is still dreaming. The poetess’s heart is full of gratitude and thankfulness to the father above and to everyone who has supported her and helped her light the lamp of her dream. The poetess does not want to have the realization that her success is real as she has a rare superstition in her and she wants her feet to remain on ground. She knows this is just the beginning of the real life, beginning of a new story. There is a long way to go and there is a lot more to be achieved….

It is a dream come true in some dream

Crafted with rainbow, the world seems

Suddenly everything seems so bright

Crept onto darkness, eternal light

Songs of praises my blissful heart sings

Shower if blessing as church bell rings

Feels like king in this new world I own

Knights and mistresses in my little dome

Am I still dreaming of victorious me?

If this is real, a little more dream I need

Many a more are flags to unfurl

There are dreams, more to come real

I am the newest bud to the garden

I await the fruit nothing happen in a sudden

It is indeed my dream come true

Let me sleep, let me sleep this dream through