Here I live ,dear dreams !

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The girl's lonely city
Miles from the home, roaming in the empty streets and the hissing sounds of wind blowing her mind to the sweetest dream. 
Her jubilant heart feels the affection, the care, the love, everything. Even a small chat or a voice call from her dear ones could lit up her mood and put the brightest smile on her face just like a shooting star found piercing the sky which owns darkness.
Enjoying the scripted part of her story without worrying what future may brings up to her, she chose to live. Her unspoken dreams were on the way to her. She decided to fulfil those by chosing them over everyone's decision. The blissful girl started living on her own terms, a life of her dreams. 
A city mostly like the madhouse she reffered. Different people each resembling specific talents and divided lifestyles chose to be successful with different assets which completely marginal from what they actually possesses.
The sad lonely city, she laughs. 
The fortune she waited for so long was on her way. She didn't lose hope even after so many failures, ups and downs, emotional trauma and the sufferings whuch could be seen in her one gaze which engrossed her thirst to reach her dream. 
Suddenly when she looked forward to the lonely street the reality awakens her imagination but still she chose the dream and inked it to the new city diary because she writes to escape the reality. 
Theres still a lonely part of dreamers which hides behind the bars to struggle fr their dreams. 
Maybe her silence could annoy you but she is the one who could still dream. And be with you till the end to the journey to reach out yours definately. 
Maybe its the end of her imaginative story. But still she prefers to dream in her lonely city. 
DREAM TILL IT BECOMES HER REALITY. 


-AKANKSHA GUPTA

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  1. Unknown11 September 2017 at 01:12

    Babba re! I cn connect with each n every word as if u hv poured all my emotions in your writing!

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