Killin’ the Past..! 2

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!!


The Twilight and the shadows beneath


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….!!!!

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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