Dream peddler

As whispers merge into the twilight…

I kiss the dying sun,

Hoping the dawn

To be eternal and bright

I missed you in my dreams.

 

I have taken grief, in the everyday…

I have fought,

The burning midnight

But I was the heel of Achilles

I missed you in my dreams.

 

As I romanced the moon and the black …

I have betrayed,

The thirst of this illusion

I refused to drink the darkness

I missed you in my dreams.

 

I never saw the way to this maze…

Every door I crept on to,

Was a mirage

It wasn’t my destiny

I missed you in my dreams.

 

You were never meant for me…

It was I, who loved you,

Some people,

Are destined to be the sea

I missed you in my dreams.

 

It was always summer…

But it rained,

Like never before

I will miss your face, your voice, your smile,

I missed you in the twinkle of my dreams.

I loved you, coz I thought you would love me back,

 

I made you the queen, coz I saw the sunshine through the crack.

 

Every rhyme I made, it rhymed with your name,

 

I never thought love would be such a waiting game.

 

Some things you say, still singes my heart, but it’s charred,

 

Every beat I composed, life accepted, but it made me a retard.

 

 

 

 

 

So many love songs, so many suns went down,

 

A flicker dumped in a heap of sorrow, still shone.

 

I heaped time on it, to burn it for good, crush it into oblivion,

 

Somebody said dreams die hard, they became a mere scion.

 

I thought I won’t look back, at my grey, red and the blue,

 

I tried to fly without wings, I failed and I never had a clue.

 

 

 

 

 

And here I stand, atop all my emotions, subdued, deferred,

 

So many dreams, so many tears, heartaches, they never concurred.

 

Now, I don’t want to traverse that distance again,

 

The path, trodden with thorns, is impossible to regain.

 

I tried not to give vengeance for your hard love,

 

But, this is way of war, isn’t it? A push, a shove!

They just want to reach out;

 

Fluttering and gasping; into the sky!

 

They need to stand tall; higher into the clouds.

 

But, do they know? That the clock’s ticking away?

 

 

 

Here I am! Standing loner!

 

I need to forget and forgive ma’ past.

 

A need so intense, that it evolves a different tune!

 

 

 

As the monsoon sweeps the city,

 

With my cold hibernating thoughts all alone;

 

The talking winds of the fiery monsoon chokes!

 

 

 

No. not a single star up there;

 

Even the moon has more spots than everyday,

 

The steamy wind; so strong that the crow “floats” but can’t fly!

 

 

 

It has been long that I left playing the paper boats;

 

Noah’s ark has left my hands, long back.

 

I wish I had put my childhood in it, so that I could catch sometime today!!

 

 

 

 

 

{Talking of childhood they are all the same, first or the second, desired or undesired}

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

The sun’s playing hide and seek all day long,

 

Seems like somebody’s toying with days and the nights;

 

It happened before, when I was a child, the days were bigger and the nights small!

 

 

 

My poems are all angry with me!

 

Coz, I told them, I need to forget my past;

 

I want them beside me, but they are all asleep;

 

They say: they won’t come until its night once again!!

 

 

 

I color my “dreams” and my “nights” both in black;

 

I wish somebody would give me a better choice, a better color, I love colors.

 

I don’t want to live my life in another woman’s night!!