Some people collect coins. Some stamps. Some vintage cars even
For some their gardens are a happy place for some adventure is heaven
Now let me overthink this. As I am prone to do. What shall I begin to collect
My list is full of intangibles. Some wishes to fulfil. Some dreams to select
If hope springs eternal then I must have more of it
I must install this buoyant feeling inside me bit by bit
Daydreams they say are prized possessions to achieve goals
I think I will stockpile some more as the day unfolds
I want to fill up my treasury with precious smiles of loved ones
Each of their cheerful faces will light up mine in return
An oxymoron called common sense is rare and expensive
I wish to softly tread on thoughts to gather my wits and sieve
Barrages to guard my heart from hurt. Shields to protect the soul
Strength to be able to say no and promise myself greed control
I can collect occasions which make me feel happy and content
I can hoard hundreds of moments which make every breath an event
Being connoisseur of intangibles is tougher than I supposed
So many items on the wish list so little time as opposed
Let me narrow down my craving to collect and accrue
Let me just gather prayers some for now and some in lieu