Let me dream about you and I
Well, for how long do I wait?
His nonchalance does not affect
A voice within says,
It is already too late
Those days have set,
But what an onerous task it is to forget
So let me dream about you and I
This dream which I so cherish,
And am unwilling to believe has perished
I am not at ease with reality
Enjoy living in this fantasy
Like a hopeful farmer waiting for the rain
I too am thirsty, let me remain…
For what is the substance of our unpredictable existence?
Without this divine sentiment.
Life devoid of this love is like a dry desert
With no blooming flowers of beauty and bliss
That rain provides and preserves
In spring, my heart blossomed with hopes – higher and higher
Many summers I spent,
Basking in the warm rays of heated desire
Countless monsoons drained my tears
Winters passed wearily, yearning for a better year
The years cycled with no new season
The flowers bloomed, fell and dried
Bloomed, fell and dried
Now it is too late
Yet why do I still anticipate?
Alas! Time
In silence is smoothly slipping by
Lazily lingering through this lonely life
How I wish I could sail along this ever-flowing sea
To reach the shore I so desire
But I am just a desperate voyager
In search for a lost land
I don’t have the slightest chance to feel the soothing sand
So here I am
Where I have been for so long
Sailing in the sea of ceaseless thoughts
Caught in the currents of continuous confusion
Always falling back on the world of fantasy
But craving to confront the callous reality
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