A dream.
My heart closed to love
I search aimlessly inside my dreams
trying to reach out to unknown travellers
those whose time has already expired
those who had left these shores
their footprints I chose to ignore
I need to see them for reasons unknown
reasons for lives snatched away from me
exhausted I long to find
I call out to them
none responds to me
I foolishly trace my own lost tracks
I stumble upon one stolen second
I see them peep through an opaque glass
their gaze meet mine I begin to rejoice
a short lived moment
will live longer than my lost dreams
I search for that stolen second
fallen from grace
I look around for freedom from this eternal pain
will it won’t it will it won’t it
I pick petals of my rose
one by one
I throw them all……
Thnxx Pritpal for this lovely poem….
it is a perfect expression of lovely inner feelings…
I’ve shared it on my wall.
and my thanks to you Dushyant for liking and sharing it.
Dear Pritts u have transported me to a all together different realm of awareness and it appeared as if I too accompanied you through this pathway … ‘I see them peep through an opaque glass
their gaze meet mine I begin to rejoice a short lived moment
will live longer than my lost dreams…I search for that stolen second’…these are ultimate perception…
n thru’ this sojourn lot many a thoughts kept moving through me…have penned that and that follows :
Moving through the foggy wilderness
that made everything look hazy,
if you could feel me walk
through it you were sure to call me crazy;
will I find a light hour
or a well lit haloed light-hour,
or for that matter some
Kind of a watch tower ;
I tried to get to the bottom of my heart
will I get close to all those fleeting moments,
that which appeared now too reluctant
to even make even a delayed start;
will I again be able to feel those touch
was I asking the gods a bit too much,
may be I won’t get this
but may be if I try a bit of that;
will there be atleast one
to fall back upon,
who shall kow-tow my gaze
through this not so opaque crystal maze;
whence I won’t have to
keep the count of my days,
because there shall be that other
who would not get bothered
by my going overboard,
but who would end my day
liking all my ways;
…You are jst too good Dear Pritts …my good wishes n also another one that I keep deriving those creative stimulus from you…thanx
you are welcome.. Prateek! and thanks for sharing this lovely composition here.
…pls read ‘to even make a delayed start’ …instead of ‘to even make even a delayed start’…srry 4 tht typographical error … n thnx 2 u Pritts for being there…hv a sun shine day…
Like it … is great!