Avik Datta Gupta
What Are We Dreaming Of..? - Poem by Avik Datta Gupta
Dream On! Keep dreaming all your life..
And try to live but an inch of your dream..
Hoping for a mile of it will come true..
As you feel like a hopefull monkey..
Climbing the greased pole.climbing a foot..
Slipping a half of it inching to the top..
Which seems quite a few miles away
And dear sweet time keeps dripping away
Like water dripping through the fingers of your cupped hands
And suddenly one day it is all too late
You want to do everything, and the world will laugh
As they do, when they see a lunatic on the street
You ought to be a vegetable of your choice my friend
Rotting somewhere in the corner of your soul's mind
Till the blessed soul is kind enough..to pick you up..
And say goodbye after dumping you live in an incinerator..
But for now..keep breaking your head..
In the hope to break the stone..kept in front of you..
As a funny song on your mobile phone..
Makes you shift your battered head
To look at the mirror with absolute horror..
The child has grown..the dream has gone..
A bottle of evil spirit is all you have..
To douse the flames of pain and put you to sleep..
As you keep bleeding to death and your cut runs deep.
You gasp a while and start to run..
And you're running for a deep rooted need., ,
And then after running a few blind miles
You wonder why you ran that far because..
You've forgotten the need that was so deep rooted..
But you can't stop and pretend to be satisfied
Because you are no idiot and neither an fool..
So start dreaming again..dream on in miles
And try to live but an inch of your dream.
As now you know that's what we are all dreaming of.
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