Blind sighted.. we walk a hedonistic treadmill
Few hypnogogic jerks..
Brings us from a doze to reality
Futuristic deja vus..seemingly appear
At the tip of our tongues..
Mentally deceived by our own mind
All we need is a big hit
At the memory recall tab
Somewhere in future..
Revisit all the Great Expectations
Deeply embedded in dreams
That overflows our sleep
Like melting clocks..dripping with time
Like a turgid sponge like clouds.
As the liveries of Heavens change
From another day or a night
The mystic miracle continues..
We live another day older
As a part of our lives change
Past memories flash by like lightning
For just that little momentous while
To disappear for another bunch of clouds
Blind sighting time along with us..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem