A STARRY WISH.

If dreams were real like they said.
Wouldn’t you meet her at Gondola ride on a canal in Venice?
You wish you could bring back time, where you was spending whole day and night time with me.
You wish to spread your wings or ride the kites where you could fly by day or through the cover of many nights.
You wish to spend a day at North pole with polar bears, playing by snow with them?
You wish to live in a home filled with love and warmth.
You wish someone to take you to the place of clouds.
You wish the world to get rid of arms and standing together with much space to grow
into each others arms.
You wish to be your productions and provisions, your margins and makings.
It’s not ones and zeros, you see
It’s twos and threes.
You wish to hear never-heard sounds, to see never-seen images, colours, shapes and ethereal substances.
You wish to be a tree and read the memory of roots and leaves.
You wish to be a smile on the face of a human and shine in their memory.
You wish to fill hollow spaces of merriment and melancholy, by someone or something!
You wish to be a slope of a mountain seeing the whole city walking, panting, resting.
You wish to go back in time when Europe had the Renaissance period.
You wish to be the starshine of someone’s eye.
You wish someone to hold your hand whilst seeing the star-trail.
You wish your prayer may reach the above and upturn to you with fortune.
You wish you could be the child who atleast pluck up courage.
You wish the world didn’t move so fast and stayed where it is.
You wish your love to be perennial and feel the hardest fall and all the vague hugs, the heartfelt love and all the kisses.
You wish you’d said hello to him at the door,
Rather than wait for him atop a white horse, at the bottom of a tower.
You just wish to be the optimist who just wants to see the world glimmer.

A million things, maybe, but none of them real. They were barely wishes at all, just half-baked whispers on this dead tongue.