Just Dreams; they'd rather be my life;
As the wheel of destiny circles back in time,
I flip over my memoirs,
Only to reflect those days, all those things which could have been mine.
A faint fragrance of Bouvardia still keeps hopes alive;
This may not be the twilight, there could be a flip side to my fiasco!
There were times when I ruled the world,
I wish I could fly back up there,
Like those morning songbirds, with those wings of desire;
A desire to pay back; A desire to achieve;
That long cherished desire to conquer the peak of success.
I still dont comprehend,
How and when, I lost it all; saw my fall!
Just dreams; they'd rather be my dwelling.
Those dreams which can scare away the attrocities of time;
Which can light up the dark,
Rekindle that spark, that thirst for more;
Which can soothe those tired eyes;
Wipe off those tears!
And now the time has come,
To part with those dreams,
Which had pulled me through the rough and dour;
Coz only then will they turn into reality;
Leading me to glory, leaving behind all traces of fragility;
To those whispering islands, those blossoming farms;
Thats my place, thats where I belong!
Amit Raizada
18/11/2009.
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