Myriad are the ways of the senses
to cater for our conveniences.
Indulging in subjects of every kind
pleasing to the body and mind.
So impressionable is a loving heart
a broken dream makes it fall apart.
Swirls of thoughts fuel a longing,
a ray of hope keeps that prolonging.
Wise is the pondering mind
to test the dreams in the grind.
Remains busy doing the estimation
to separate truth from imagination.
What if dreams never get realised
it keeps the thoughts chastised.
The mind suggests a safer way,
making sure that we don\'t stray.
True is the beautiful soul,
who knows reality\'s goal.
There is a secret way to manifest,
to embark on a heart\'s conquest.
Whatever wishful that we seek
even if the chances are bleak.
It might take longer time-spans
since Cosmos has elaborate plans.
Through the thoughts we yield,
the future is slowly revealed.
Let us be wise to expect joy
and forgive or forget the noise.