O' Dream...

O dream, why you so big and intimidating,
Unnerving and tempting,

And why I desire you?
I see you standing far off the road,
With open hands, ready to embrace me,
Yet I fear to travel the road,
But I want you;


I hear you whispering
Luscious lyric in my ears,
Giving me the sweet taste of having you,
But I wake up,
And you still an unreachable star;
You are dearest to me,
Yet I find it hard
To bring myself close to you,
To feel you,
But I need you;


The vicissitudes of life
Pull me away,
And am not objecting;
You slipping off my hand
Like sand with time,
And am not holding;
Yet deep in my heart,
I live in you,
I dream of you;


While I let my time wither,
Basking in superficial happiness,
Enjoying trivialities,
Doing things I should not,
I see you standing in the corner
Looking at me with anxious eyes,
Yet I never approach you,
But I don’t want you to go,
And you are going;


Am I being cruel to you?
Or myself?
For I will be torn
If you leave me this time;
Since childhood, I have seen you,
Coming to me like angelical butterflies,
I chase you, before I give up,
And you always fly;
Now you are my last lease of life,
My dawn, my last straw;
And the pain of your loss,
The Loss of the love I never saw,
Will devastate me;
I know, you will return in different form,
To make me love you again,
To fill the hopes again,
To hold my hand once again,
But the hands will be frail then,
Faith shaken, body dispirited,
Belief corroded and the direction lost;


O dream, wield your power upon me,
Make me a slave of your love,
Make my mind wonder nowhere else
Other than you;
My eyes seeing no road
Other than the road to you;
Let the air
Remind me of your presence
Whenever I pretend to forget you;
If you a god, give me the strength
To overcome my sleaziness and lassitude;
Am tired of living in dreams,
Living in the quixotically hopeless beautiful world,
Am imprisoned now and its suffocating;


I will have to understand
That the dream is not the only you,
That the road to you
Is also the inseparable part of dream,
Road is full of roses and thorns
And I have to walk barefoot,
I hate thorns and pangs,
And I will take it,
Coz I know,
That they will melt in your warmth,
As soon as you embrace me,
I will meet you…
I will travel the road…