My Dream Ends in the Field
Covered With Fallen Leaves
Bodies of Dead Dreams
Lying Here and There
Some are Wrapped with Coloured Paper
Some With Blood Stain
Ends Of All Dreams Are Not glamourous
Still if Only Dreams are Lost
Only Painful Silence is Left
In the Depth Of Heart....

You are right Mehekkk

roja,this one has left me speechless....
ok i lie but,i cant be speechless,but like ahard punch to the
stomach its taken all my wind out,i read it once,twice,thrice
and it disseminate's my composure,why,you may ask,because the words etch you to go deeper then the surface,like the cosmetic,hypocrytical motions of our daily existence,the theatrical farce
we call life.There is so much more,"some wrappped in coloured paper"in contrast to"some with bloodstain"makes you think,makes you wonder,where would you live,a life filled with dreams,or dreams brought to life?and if you say dreams brought to life then,what about you nightmares,wont they to come to life.
I found this very profound on so many levels,it was actually scary.
Loved it really
Mehhekkk,honey nice additions,must Honey you really coming alongand your is trully surprising

nice wording .keep on writing.