My Dreams

I marinated my dreams with yogurt

Just to give extra flavors, all the spices I did mix and insert


I let them sit for a bit to mix them well together

Arranged them with onions and peppers of my priority in the skewer


I relished a few of my dreams, enjoyed the momentary grains of time

But sometimes I overcooked, and they got burnt with time.


And I flew with the wind, my dreams also floated

Upon the wings of multi-colored clouds, around the universe yet, I wasn’t tired


Even I flew towards the endless horizon of fantasies

And my soul did imbue with ecstasies.


But then, as I stood and stared to behold the sight so rare,

I got melted hearing a temple bell ringing at my heart, here.


 I did wear a mother’s costume

As the benevolent life poured their dreams in my bosom


I now prioritize my little world’s dreams

To me, Ah, now it’s the supreme!


Pooja Mandla

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Written by Pooja Mandla

An educator by profession but a word weaver by passion. She likes to enjoy little things in life, not waiting for the bigger ones to come her way.ย  She had done her graduation in the medical stream but often was lost in the literal beauty of words. So after graduation, she studied literature and did her MPhil in English. She believes that the secret ingredient for spreading happiness is writing. So, whenever her energetic kids permit, she expresses her thoughts in words. Writing keeps her going and has given a new shape to her life.



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