A Dream Alive
Reconciliation of some dreams old,
But I have lost seeing such dreams, long back
Since days, many months and years ,
Even ages and eras are gone,
Yet such dreams emerge as wild hounds/ dogs.
Tireless lake sees the oldest pale lady,
Wandering on it’s shore in twilight.
How she turns my dream scary, gradually,
With her laughter dipped in melancholy,
An atmosphere gloomy with the sad song singing,
“..home, will my Sona return…”
Hand in hand, walking with my grandfather,
Crossing the same wooden bridge every day!
Across which I discover his bloodied body
On the footpath lying,
Struggling a breath but can’t,
As he already dead!
The dream grow more frightful.
Waiting eternally under the same Pine
With a heart palely heavy.
Promises get broken,
Break not such dreams.
My body goes chilling cold!
May be a heartless body destined so.