Praveen Kumar 
upon cold (or warm) night i lay to sleep closing my weary eyes, into the dream my wandering soul escapes far away from the madness of life;
drifting into a place of solitude, my mind can only think of things that could have been and things that may have been;
it seems dark forces are at every step and corner, for every two steps i move forward, i feel an overwhelming obstacle, trying to keep me away from the light (of happiness/success);
i am treading on a fine line, lined with barb wires on my path, every step i take, every move i make, the dark clouds gather on the horizon;
struggling hard to make dream into a joyful reality, i trudge along a lonely road to get past the dark clouds, trying to catch the light that dazzles behind the veil of darkness, into the dream i go every night, hoping for a better tomorrow;
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