Dreams..

And you take the path
both High and Low,
the mediocre one,
and the one to which you bow.

You go numb and then you drink
to feel the high.
You’re the queen and the slave,
the Earth and the Sky.

Transitions, you’re a fan of,
yet change scares.
You talk emotion, they talk fact.
Then vice-versa and then flares.

You dream and confuse
reality with it. Snap!
and someone wakes you up.
No stage, no audience to clap.

Clock ticking, a Li’l too louder,
each beat drifting you away
from the fantasy you could’ve
made into reality, for it to stay.

You rise and fall,
all within yourself.
A part of you suggests,
but you deny to ask for help.

Ages you carried the dream,
now the dream carries you.
You’re scared to deal with failure
when the days remaining will be a few.

Boom! You gather the courage, to
direct the soul of the universe,
to align the stars, in your favour,
to Traverse.

Alas! You fail again
And the loop continues. And you move
like the electron who can’t leave
its orbit, or a sand stuck in a groove.

May be a Li’l more thrust,
a Li’l more spark.
One Big Bang,
to end the dark.

Till the last drop drips
of blood and perspiration.
For You’ve been there before
in another dimension.

For it’s wonderful over there
with the love and fame.
Causing the addiction to last
longer than the time-travel game.
The time travel game, of
Life and death, of unfulfilled wishes,
of after-life and fame.

 

Pragya Prasoon