Inflated Parachute Of Dreams Poem by Soumita Sarkar

I lied to myself
millions of times
Said that this shall be last
when my prayers are in dust
The parachute of dreams
inflates then
When ray of setting sun
bids them bye
The kite of hope
flies away
when the thread is torn
by an untimely storm
Many a moons saw me awake
My hands on heart lay
Many a tears cornered
When the warm faith unnerve
Many nights then dark
Saw me waiting for a star
In the foggy city silhouette
I kept searching a rainbow
While in intense grief
Past smiles relived
I longed to cherish
Those moments of relish
Taken now a world from me
In the darkest ocean me
I see long roads dusty and misty
I see a life half lived mystery
I deny not of cheers in past
My present follies not seen
My efforts undone
My happy days are gone
I know doom is but chosen
for all that I have not done