Aminath Neena

Veteran Poet - 1,313 Points (Male')

Lost Dreams - Poem by Aminath Neena

I lay still on the damask carpet
A rusted door stood behind me
Its hinges singing an agitated song
As it whirled to and fro
With the licking wind

Inside the third eye
A magician
Was performing his tricks
He brought out a swarm of bees
And some fireflies and a grasshopper
The bees went on making honey
Worshipping their queen with a dance

The fireflies daring and brave
Touched the flame and scorched their wings
The grass hopper hummed a merry tune
As he went on marching along the river
Chest forward
Engrossed in his reflection
A slave of his own shadow

And all the while the magician
Was sending them towards
The twin mirrors
Of my soul
One by one they came out
And through the rusted door
Just as they descended
Into the open air
Each one burst into flames
And they burnt, till they became
Nothing but ashes

As I watched, helpless
My tears, cascading my lashes
Wet, sticky and blurred
All of a sudden, the ashes moved
And out came a gigantic bird
Her wingspan reaching from East to West
As she stretched full
In her magnificent splendor

Soared high into the air
Over the mountains and the hills
Till she became a tiny speck
And my third eye
Let out a deep sigh

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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