18 Pegs Down Poem by sayan sil

I had made a dream, when asked to do so
With some abstract contours

Collecting the tiny things those mattered
& leaving the small ones.
When asked to explain my stitches got broken
Gazed at what I had made, suddenly couldn’t collect a meaning of the same.
some had flowers of the garden, others had the colors of the sea
some had the shadows of the forests, some had the buzzing of the bee.
I had a bit of the lion, bit of the roadside stone
Bit I had of the fish tail I saw, bit was the wounded Dog’s moan.
A touch was taken from the mountains
A touch was from the frog
A touch I’d stolen from my roommate’s desk,
A bit I found on the field.
I took the breeze I had from the kite fliers,
The wind from the storm,
The ice cream mans red attire
The happy monk’s song.
Some was the geography map in it,
Some was the cantilever beam,
Some had the smell of the willows,
Others the iron from the gym

What could they mean I thought.
The world has already shaken their heads
And when everyone was racing ahead
I was the one left out, I was the one fallen and trampled…

Then came a day, when I have traveled long enough.
To meet the new me,
Still scampering to know the meaning..
I finally found the truth.
Just like the stone, the lion, the fish tail
Just like the mountains, the frog and the breeze
My childhood was me & though the world said that the dream tasted bitter then,
I knew they only had enough to taste it…
I was already high n loosing control.
18 pegs down..