Dreams
Prologue - Morpheus, the son of Hypnos, the Greek God of dreams is known to have a thousand siblings and it seems like each of them have a say in what we dream and hence forms chaos! The poet's introspection reveals some inner facts about life and dream intertwined in the below lines.
Are your dreams what your dreams should be?
Because in my dreams, I am not allowed to be free.
I dream a set of dreams which have certain rules,
In my dream I am a student, of a certain school.
Like all other dreams, it starts from the middle,
I am sitting in the class, not even allowed to giggle.
I look around to see faces but all I see is books,
Now I am trying to escape it but I am pulled back by the hooks.
My dream is no fun, I don't like my dream,
My dream is just ice, it's cold, without the cream.
But this is not my daily dream, I too dream of something else,
I dream of an office where people work, people bleed, but no one tells.
It starts the same as the school, only the room is a bit smaller,
I am wearing the same formals again, a shirt with a collar.
This dream is a bit longer, almost double or more,
And people are promoted the same, depending on their score.
I dream a set of dreams, which have certain rules,
I am told to be creative with no new tools.
I am told told to be strong, I am told to be wise,
I am told to earn a living because everything has a price.
I am trying I tell them, I am trying against my will,
"I am trying to hold on why don't you see that still."
At times I got company, there are people in my dreams,
Some try and fake a smile, there are others who scream.
Now I don't know who and why, tells me all these things,
I try and look the other way, close my eyes, atleast blink.
It's tough believe me, to go through my dreams,
And my dreams don't matter, that how it seems!
In my dreams, all my dreams, I am standing all alone,
But my dreams are my dreams, this pain is my own.
In my dreams, all my dreams, I just want to wake,
Please wake me up someone, my life is at stake!
-Farag Anjum Kureshi
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ReplyDeleteFabulous poem Bro!
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