Dreams

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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