Reminiscing the dreams…
Silence all around,
Calm down I am,
I think about yesterday,
I remember my old days,
A few years ago,
what I was planning?
What was I trying to be?
Where was I heading and what had I dreamt to be?
A dream to fly above, touch the sky,
take a ride on the clouds,
play with the beautiful birds, sniff thorough the windows of heaven and heckle those beautiful angels.
And all those pleasurable things
are just a fantasy today.
all alone, ignored and unaccompanied,
Bypassed by the congenial dream I had.
Suddenly, I lift my head up;
I feel the same blue sky is calling me,
those sweet birds,
chattering with a loud voice,
trying to reach out to me,
and the clouds ready to hit the road for a ride,
a long ride towards the golden door of pleasing heaven.
But, I just can’t respond to those amusing and imaginary friends,
I’m here siting,
like a statue,
like a quintal of mass hanging by my butt,
I can’t even lift myself up,
I feel so weak,
ready to break down,
ready to turn into fragments,
and scatter all over the dusty ground,
the dust, that may never get off of my body.
Now, I’m so feeble,
that my head feels like a ball of stones weighing kilos,
I can’t even try to take an audacious step,
and witness my dreams that I designed on the wide spaced sky,
but instead of me,
I see my dreams flying over there,
saying good-bye and waving hands to me,
I can do nothing,
I’m so helpless,
like a bird within a cage.
All the frustration, stress and anxiety,
hovering over my mind,
my aim, mission or target seems so gloomy,
I have nothing to filter them off,
distill my dreams and get a crystal clear consequences.
I haven’t still knelt down
in front of these onerous situation,
haven’t lost my faith, my belief yet,
because I know,
I’m not the kind of guy,
who just says, ‘let it go’ and leaves,
I can be the Lotus within the slum,
I can be the Rose between the thrones,
I can be the sun rays through the clouds.
I’m still sticking my heart with my dreams,
I’m still ready to work like a donkey, suffer like a dog,
Yes, I’m struggling my ass-off,
to collect those guts,
that faith of my mine all over again,
to lift my head up,
and not just dream but to do in reality,
to have a beautiful ride on the clouds,
to play with the beautiful birds,
sniff through the windows of heaven,
and tease those gorgeous angels.