My Beautiful Eyes Have Broken Dreams

My Beautiful Eyes Have Broken Dreams ode

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My deep eyes owe a few colourful dreams
Blue Waters are dancing in the quiet streams
I still play with the chocolate ice-creams
Rubbing them against lips
While licking those delicious creams
Equally touching my hairband strips
My dreams chase the magic ships

My sorrowful eyes have beautiful dreams
I still gaze at the lightning beams
I want to captain the cricket teams
I desire the pacific depths it seems
Call me wild
Call me child
Girlish my heart rhythms and screams
That zeal and zest in my dreams
East and west are my dreams
I wish touching the skyful heights
I wish hangouts with gangsters and street fights
I want the darkening days following the twinkling nights
I desire the marvellous dominating twilights
I am the author for my dreams so my copyrights

Colourful my nostalgias sing lovely meanings
You will like the way,I express my feelings
My desire is to be the finest of all the girls
I want to shine like the emarald pearls
I wish to master all the riches
I am the devil for all the bitches
Playing intelligently on all the grounds
Listening to the quality notes of good sounds
Sensing the Knot where the love bounds
Enjoying full heartedly the rollercoaster rounds
Like me, wild and powerful are my dreams
I wish to construct the building of dreams

I crave for the silver diamonds
I invite you to my graceful kingdom
Brains with the beauty is my style
Though strong I act but fragile
I want deletion of the beings…heartless
I wish royality,powers and the success
I will not settle for the ordinary mere almonds
I will move on earth the heavens

My mysterious eyes have colourful dreams
My different stories end at few themes
To step with men
Beat them then
I will risk my life in the lions’ den
The queenly one,me, hold my hand
I wish this and that and,and,……..
Your confusion just compels me to smile
Pinning up,Oh my !strange wishes to my file
Explore the secrets for my closed eyes
You may find tears’ pile
Murmering the funerals of broken dreams
Upon opening the eyes just broken dreams!
My eyes desire to sleep with the broken dreams
My eyes though owe a few colourful dreams

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I am pharmacy student ...recently studying in quaidiazam from pakistan......i believe life as the transition between the soul and the body ...try to penetrate your soul and your life would be Spiritual all over!
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Beetopan Kalita

someday i was standing by a river side,
brooding thoughts
pictures on slide.
i didnt closed my eyes,
neither am blind.
in the massive matrix of the illusions,
at certain depth
i was mending dillusions.
so and so…
i spent some life in that blow.
but then the sky thundered!
under my feet, the vast wet turf,
some iridescet wings flocked,
i opened my eyes
only to see beyond the thin white clouds,
all over the space the RAINBOW spans!


marvelous !!! ! I am in absolutely in short of words after reading yours……….! Great work!


Great piece of deepness and descriptive as if you drew the picture with your words.. Great one..


You are most welcome. 🙂


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