Sitting on a pile of broken dreams,
Pieces of me fallen here & there,
Each showing a different aspect of my wonderful imagination…
One spoke of childplay & another of the foreplay…
Cute me, Shy me, Naughty me, Romantic me…
All in ashes today…
There’s a mystery about the way it all got destroyed
Gradually killing me like a dagger cutting my chest…
Lost my mind & all the memories of happy days that once
existed…
Whether in reality or in my head…
Footsteps…my own footsteps missing,
No way to turn back & walk in those paths that have been
travelled,
No way back into the warmth of similar events,
‘cause whatever confronts me now is the staunch reality,
Breathtakingly brutal…the murderer of innocence.
Future is either not in this cruel world,
Or just so far away that he can’t reach for my hand.
I see him looking at me from the broken mirror of my dreams,
Looking at me from the other side of the universe…
But the gap is too large, between fantasy & material
reality…
Only he could save me.
Every sacrificial lamb has its last ray of hope.
Before the ultimate sway, I cry for you in pain…
Come soon my love if you may,
Or pray that I shall come soon to you…
Waiting…!!
