Dreams Die... Poem by Bharat Trivedi

Angry gusty winds blow away
the sand-castle, I had once built
with sea-shells of love
and conches of care!
Window panes of my dream-house
keep rattling in the dark stormy night
and shatter into
myriad worthless glass-pieces.

Silver-scimitar of Lightening
strikes across the black skies -
like a photographer
snapping pictures with flash-gun
and clicks black-and-white snapshots
of my rainbow-hued dreams
that have faded with time!

My dog-like faithful shadow follows
the last ray of sinking sun,
panting in the sultry sands of Sahara,
while I roll insanely
after licking the last drops of moisture off
the thorns of cactus plant!

Though I suffer from cancer of words,
I have come a long way
to make the silence sing…
So, let me close my eyes
and let my dreams die
a premature death…


Copyright ©2008 Bharat B. Trivedi