I would never know what I desired for,
I would love to get into your dreams, and lie there…till eternity;
I have no soul, no heart, just a wealth of flesh,
I have dreams, infinite, but alas, they are all half filled!
At times, when in despair I look down, my sunshine days,
I do not remember why I came here, I feel the snake bite, searing my veins;
The thoughts are angelic; I see that dreaded smile of my dreams,
I roam mid ocean, my dreams flee from me, a heartless soul, in the midst of Africa!
What are dreams I do not know, I know not what I am,
Dreams, reality, illusions, hallucinations, all seems distances apart;
The music forces the consciences off; I stab myself for that ethereal search of happiness,
I cried, I laughed, I cursed the world for that unreal reality to come and embrace me!
But destiny had other plans, to which I feared to tread on, lest I ignite the devil in me,
I still walk alone, in this crooked road of life, for a whisk of fresh, spring air;
And all I get is, the scent of the fall, a mirage, a hallucination, a dream which I can’t possibly ever have,
And I sink into the seventh heaven, with your damn memories!!
I wondered how time flows, and how memories flowed, all in different directions,
I want to go on with time, but somehow, somewhere I seem to loose the leash;
My life goes on, but all of a sudden I stopped some day, I stood still,
All I do is look back, to all my red, blue and the grey, of my past life, the days of wonder!
I wasn’t like this when I realized my senses, not a loner, just another face in the crowd,
I let the crazy diamond shine on me, but I could never learn to fly off my dreams;
My dreams haunt me even today, I am scared shit of it, but still I clung to it,
My unreal, the sweetness in it, the submission in it, yet a win, and a puff of life!
How I thought, time was the best healer, I was mislead by my memories, the ghost in it,
The clover rises every fall, but I die thousands of death, hundreds of lives;
I thought I would burn out the fire in me, my dreams would one day die like I did,
But the coincidences seemed too real, the ego seemed to strong, life seemed too dilute!
If life is dream, and death is the awakening, I would prefer, the latter,
I wouldn’t possibly live this dream, till the end… for its not real, it’s a cloud in the sky;
If my wishes were to be followed, I would choose, your voice in the distant horizon
And lie there till I breathe my last breath, in the eternity of all my emotions, subdued, exaggerated….!!!!