The Trick Of A Dream Poem by Labeeb Ibrahim

I knew, the dream that I’m to dream does know, how much I am an addict to the elixir.
I know how painful would even my dream feel, when I fall off the cliff.
I know how distasteful would the dream be from a misfortune’s sniff..

I was carried away by the true self in me, though I knew the path was paved with thorns,
For I knew I would be happy at the end of the day, smiling in awe.
I knew, every scar from the stones thrown at my face will vanish in the kiss of Love.

I knew that every words that the dream spoke had the might of truth and the ease of fact.
Yet the dream chose to stay as a mere dream, a woe, a cry, some tears and a denial.
And I knew not, The dream was a borrowed piece of someone else’ dream that came real.

I fell, with a thud, and my heart, it hit on the ground of nothingness.
That narrow, slow, lone field of absolute insanity.
Where every philosopher has fell and had an exquisite taste of creativity.

I fell, from the very heights of realization, of one’s self, one’s heart.
Fell so slow like a feather, kissing every bit of air, I thought,
But fell, in moments, very fast, dashing, to hit the saddest note.

This is trickery, this is deception my dream. I was but a canvas for your scribble,
I had much expected and dreamed that you would be born,
And with me, real and true, you would have grown.