All posts tagged Dreams


Published October 10, 2017 by Shreya Rajvanshi

Like a young swan
I swim in the middle of the night,
Reciting poems as I float,
Whispering to the stars above and
Trying to convey my dreams to them.
Dreams of helping me get some rest,
Some peace,
Just some sleep.
The water’s so deep that
I look around for a window
Or a portal to teleport me
To the stars in
My flesh and bone,
And into the mantle of their
Burning lights.
The stars, so out of my reach
Call me, enrapture me,
Hypnotize me with a cautious
Calculated gentleness, and
I keep floating, struck by a sudden and
New found charge,
Possessed with knowledge I never knew
I knew, and
Reaching out to the stars
As they reach out to me
Engulfing me in their flames.
Now I’ve found a home
In the stars,
Hoping they’ve found one
In me, too.



Published July 6, 2016 by Shreya Rajvanshi

​I realised that it’s 

Best when we do not 

“Fall” in love so much as

Let it meet at the door and 

Allow it to blossom with us, and 

Let it dress us in words that

Dance with laughter because I 

Can’t come up with a single 

Adjective to describe the 

Sheer delight of having it

Knock on my door as I 

Stand behind it starry eyed 

Watching all my dreams fall 

Into place, one by one, 

Spinning it into a story I have 

Been dreaming about ever since 

My fingers first reached the doorknob. 

Sometimes, for all our wariness, 

Dreams do come true. 


Published April 4, 2015 by Shreya Rajvanshi

You dream of me waiting for you
Near my car, holding your favourite
Tulips, wearing your favourite shirt
And kissing your cheek lightly,
Taking you out, walking you to
the door, and kissing you goodnight,
But what if I say I don’t want to
Be standing near the car,
But in your kitchen every morning,
And decorate your room like
A million bouquet of tulips,
As I kiss you slowly, walk you back
Inside your room, and stay in there
Till you realise that I don’t want to
Just fulfill your dreams, but want to
Create many, new ones for you
And make you live them
And love them.


Published March 19, 2015 by Shreya Rajvanshi

There are times when I wish
I was a wishing star,
So that people would look at me
And close their eyes and be happy
Even if it would be for a
Mere second.
In that second they would
Think about happiness, joy,
Little things to make them happy,
Grand dreams they would want
To come to life.
In that one second, it would
Only be
Them and their smile,
Sometimes even a little giggle,
Or a dark blush,
But, in that one second
They’d forget about what ties them
To what they’d want to
Break free from.
In that one second,
They’d want me to lift them up,
And I so wish that
I’d be able to make them
Live their own dreams.
I wish I was a
True wishing star.


Published February 4, 2015 by Shreya Rajvanshi

After an endless night of
Blinking and moving and
Tossing and turning,
Of hardly dreaming,
And all the naked images
That he was seeing
Of claws and marks,
Shadowed by the grey and dark
Clouds, he stood up,
And swallowed the little,
Round, bitter pills,
To smoothen the edges,
And mend the broken ridges, and
Then finally drowned in a sweet
Sleep for the rest of the
Remaining night.

P.S. No, this poem by no means is a personal experience. It’s purely a work of imagination and no, I’m not going under any sort of depression.
Thank you!