Don’t Follow: Monsoon Dreams

They just want to reach out;

Fluttering and gasping; into the sky!

They need to stand tall; higher into the clouds.

But, do they know? That the clock’s ticking away?

Here I am! Standing loner!

I need to forget and forgive ma’ past.

A need so intense, that it evolves a different tune!


As the monsoon sweeps the city,

With my cold hibernating thoughts all alone;

The talking winds of the fiery monsoon chokes!

No. not a single star up there;

Even the moon has more spots than everyday,

The steamy wind; so strong that the crow “floats” but can’t fly!

It has been long that I left playing the paper boats;

Noah’s ark has left my hands, long back.

I wish I had put my childhood in it, so that I could catch sometime today!!



{Talking of childhood they are all the same, first or the second, desired or undesired}

The sun’s playing hide and seek all day long,

Seems like somebody’s toying with days and the nights;

It happened before, when I was a child, the days were bigger and the nights small!

My poems are all angry with me!

Coz, I told them, I need to forget my past;

I want them beside me, but they are all asleep;

They say: they won’t come until its night once again!!

I color my “dreams” and my “nights” both in black;

I wish somebody would give me a better choice, a better color, I love colors.

I don’t want to live my life in another woman’s night!!


About Dream Peddler

The author finds too many similarities with himself and the boy Calvin. Although a cold blooded techie, working with an Indian software MNC, the finer things of love and life fascinates him. Major portions of his work are about the things that inspires and pacifies. Politics and society too get a chance.

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