I was sleepy this morning

     waking up from a dream.

     That dream was truly something

      I didn't dare to explain it.

     Life is short, So are dreams!

      The comparison is about time.

      Summer is funny with some memories!

      My little girl was me, when I just recognised it.

      The boy was my brother & that woman was my mom.

      That far away standing man was my father!

      That incident was just my childhood!

       And I realized it.

       Visiting shops, Picking things, Catching balls & wanting to buy stuffs.

       Trespassing in the pirate ship, Becoming a captain.

       Diving inside the underwater, Welcoming treasures.

       Now inside another planet, The Spaceship just crashed.

       Flying in the dark blue sky, Talking with birds.

       Landed from a helicopter, Greeting animals.

       Running on the green grasses bare footed, Interrupting Ant Kingdom's meeting.

       Picking starfishes & snails, Searching for pearls inside its home!

       Watching stars at night, wondering if there's coming a blue fairy or not with her message from the fairy queen herself!

        Where are we going next?

        How many days have passed?

        Where are the treasures and it's treasury ? Yes, where are the toys and their home? 

        Now that I woke up, The adventures just ended.

         Tears are just rolling down!

         They were just some beautiful adventures!

          There's nothing too much sad in it.

         Every ex adventurers(present adults) go through a fantastic dream with beautiful adventures!

         What's it?

         It's our lovely, one & only childhood!

         The carriage of water tide bearing our flows. 

         Our previous rainbow pathway of life.

          Childhood plays are beautiful adventures! 

          Hey, Do you still wanna go there? 

Beautiful Adventures & A Dream || Purple Chrysanthemum

I am Rinilla Rahman Bristy. "Purple Chrysanthemum" is my pen name. Poems are special to me. From childhood I have written poems. They were and still are the means of expressing my feelings, thoughts & Fantasies. From when I exactly started to write poems is opaque in my memory but knowingly from grade 3. Many of my poem's are still with me & also lost many. By profession I am a student. I have a love for poetry & poets.