Dark blue clouds
With dreams held in palms,
I walked towards the mountain of hope,
Insearch of those bliss and dazzles,
Shades and taints.
As I reached the top, I met all that I dreamt
And started frolicking with dain.
Assured I was, opened my dreams,
At once was fogged with clouds blocking the only moment I had.
Panicked I murmured for help, and my dain turned into a spark.
I withheld my hand in hope to sustain, to a prayer unheard, and with a hasty a chase
My dreams were swept away along with the dain.
Lost in the dark blue clouds, absorbing the only moment left, was it boon or bane?