“The child is grown, the dream is gone.”
-Pink Floyd (Comfortably Numb)
Life has lost its meaning
We are all actors out all alone
With ever changing masks
Forgetting the faces we were born with…
We are taught to be successful
We are taught to survive
We are taught to live
Yet no one teaches us to dream.
Thus we exist with an excuse of a life
We wait for the perpetual stillness
The thick fog of silence…our only armour
Our only cloth to protect our nakedness from prying eyes
Yet we forget to dream…we relinquish our lives
In search of a better one
We continue with the show…weary actors of an outdated play
Doing the same roles for so long that we do not remember our selves
We all have philosophies
We clutch on to them as if it’s a lifeboat in a raging flood
We do not want to be washed away into the infinite abyss of nothingness
No one wants to accept the truth…no one wants to die
So we continue…
An insomniac’s dream…
Justifying our existence with petty victories
Yet we look down on those who dream…
7 comments:
Beautiful poem....you have very subtly presented the harsh reality of life wrapped in the silky flow of your words...shows how we invariably refuse to look at ourselves through our own eyes....how bland life can be when we're dreamless.....I love the last line "Yet we look down on those who dream..."....very real...very human....keep writing
Very good..... I loved the first stanza.....It reminds me of something one of our profs said the other day.....the "me" that you see might be ghastly different fro mthe 'real' I.....
very well written.....
I agree with Barsali.totally.and then,the way you write..there's something very honest and endearing about it.and nothingness ruleth!
It's alienated yet on-your face.
I liked that.
An awesome poem...i seriously loved the facts tht uve put on display in the frm of human emotions....regardin the way we think...and the way life proceeds....dreams are born...and remain immortal....seriously its an inspiration to dream beyond the limits of something achievable...u rock bhaiya...awesome one...:)
U have a mug full with pens
as a bouquet on a jar
with lots of pens,
a rainbow of colors...
With the blue pen u write
ocean, kindness, fantasy,
paradise, dream, adventure,
moon, melody, alley, wind'
In red u design
poppy, journey, stories,
romance, joy, pilgrimage,
faith, victory, memories and glory'
u try green for future,
perfume, freedom, passion,
smile, sea-gull, plenitude,
infant, button, wisdom, novelty'
How can u use
the yellow pen?
To built castles? Sand,
solitude, sun, daisies,
illusion, heat or candle light'
And how can u imagine
nostalgia, woman, interior,
destiny, life, a secret,
a kiss, love, or eternity?
In purple? Pink?
Silver? Gold?
Constancy, courage, will,
from man to man,
in a way that will remain
and could be accountable,
must be written in black ink,
black, yes, very clear and plain...
Some times u write
with a neutral gray pencil'
right away u change to
the happiest pen of ur jar,
and u write and write
with a permanent ink
the time will never delete
even after u
u have my preferred pen
according what u write:
the pen of light
visible in the dark night;
or the ancient one
that u gain with friendship;
but the very special and unique
uses invisible ink
that only will be read
eyes on my eyes
and in between lines and spaces'
Oh! Could u write
all the stories that u learn
from those pens of ur jar'
u will never forget
that close to them
u have one special picture'
. .. .. .. ... '
In: 'PAINT AND COLOUR ' an exercise'
AWESUM RITZ....
swapno gulo jokhon shotti hote thake reality tokhon take marmare kore deye....hariye jaye contrast...hariye jaye depth....
but STL WE DREAM....WE LIV R DREAMS....
keep wrytn.....
yes, the ones who dare to dream and break free from the stereotype are down trodden upon...is it a criminal offence to dream...i wonder on about the hypocrisy of this world...
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