the time i awakened
my nightmare was over
i found that life
had just rolled over
in my dream, i lived a life
a life with lost ambition
where hope was crushed and lost was reason
Logic did fail and uprooted was wisdom
it is after all a dream, huh
you may snub me
what harm could it do
but i ask, have you had
a dream that follows through
and wakes up to life
Is not life such a dream ?
Hmm, a dream that is real..
a dream within a dream
that sand falling into the glass
‘I am passing by’ says Time, for all it may seem,
But a dream never ends, but a life does not las(t).
now, time is made of moments
moments that’re gold
some good, some shy and some repugnant
but all come together and then fold
then, there are moments which one laments
why they ended so soon
of course, the worst are torments
which killed the mood.
the times that i pained
believing pain will end sooner
Though the anguish never ended,
i did get resilient and bolder.
and then, there are moments undefined
those puny little times when one is alone
when the brain recesses to thoughts unrefined,
when one ponders about life and life’s dreary zone.
in those solitary moments
of my science experiments and laser beams,
i sit gazing at the broken mirrors and components
thinking about long-lost wild dreams.
dreams that meant something;
that had lost their shine and sheen
dreams that were closely real
but, were seized and made unseen.
dreams of being a king, a poet, a scientist, a business man
with lots of warriors, gold, estate, books, labs and fame
dreams of being a content human
with a family, a roof overhead, plenty of food and no God to blame.
Is all this a mind game ? Or am I a freak?
Am I the kicking footballer or the football getting kicked towards the goalie.
Then comes a thought like a lightning streak
Blitzkrieg, a shock to kick me out of my never-ending reverie
A buzzer interrupts breaking my daydream
or shall i call it a nightmare undesired ?
I continued my monotonous experimental routine
1. Rotate a screw, 2. modulate the laser and 3. start the scan
Only to drift away in another dream of my age fifteen