Good dreams are bad friends
Rendering reality more painful than ever
Stung by them
I suffer from my split being
The rebel self;
When words deceive
The silence offers shield to me;
I wonder why
Whenever
To sow the seeds of love
I put the dibble into the soil
The land hits me back by its hardness
It gets dried up -
My hand stops impulsively
But eyes never stop dreaming
What if
The efforts to grow love stay unresponded
Perhaps
The need to soften the soil has grown to double;
How a wish for a gentle rainfall
Makes a mockery of my desires
As the water rushes inside and floods away
The dear belongings of my heart -
The blows of despair
Try in vain
To drive away the clouds of joys
From my hope-skies,
But all is not lost
Since my eyes never stop dreaming!
