A well designed road led to a well planned city
Gates were open in welcome just for me.
Crossing the threshold, I dreamt of dreams with eyes open wide
Held together by fragments of hope lost over time.
Maybe this is it, my haven.
A place where I belong, this city of my dreams.
Call it a day dream, a dream nonetheless,
Starting something new, call it a chapter in my withered old book.
Its a great game, a gamble
We live, we die.
The world does not cease to exist
Nothing belongs to you
And yet you are scared, scared of losing
Losing what can never be lost.
Gliding above the clouds, far away from the bustling crowd
Sunny day, extraordinary light and yet a chill in the air
Inside it was warm, cozy enough to lull me to sleep
Singing my lullaby, the sun stood high in the sky
Was it a dream or a trance?
I woke up and behold!
I saw threads of gold!
Appearing in seconds, in seconds turning to moments turning to memory
Too bright to look, I closed my weary eyes
For I fear I am not so bold
Still in my mind’s eye, I saw the threads entwining into fields of gold!
Don’t ask me to go
Its my home too, you know
I was born and bred on the same soil as you
Ate the same grain from the lands I call my own
As you do.
Don’t turn me away just because I believe differently
The intention is the same, my faith is kind
As is yours.
The prayers reach the same place
I just join my hands in a different way.
I read the same history, I stood up for my Anthem
I chanted my love for our country as you did too.
So why call me a stranger when I am one of your own?
Don’t turn me away for my way of prayers.
Write to me.
Write to me of days and night
Of the morning breeze, of that first light.
Write to me of the stars in the sky
And how you watch the moments pass you by
Write to me of your happy and sad times
When you laughed till your belly hurt, or when you felt the burden of tears
Write to me.
Write to me from your heart’s deepest chambers
Of your secrets and your lies.
Write to me of moments which broke you
Of people who shared your life and left you.
Write to me of the times gone by
And times you live in.
Write to me till your last breath escapes your lips
Then write to me in my dreams about your dreams you dreamt of me.
I thought and I racked my brains
To remember why the date seemed familiar
I could not recall
And today, It clicked.
I cannot believe, I did not remember.
It struck as momentous and yet I could not place my finger on it
Slippery slope, this memory is
Eroding away, identities, relations, time.
You are my ghost, you pass through me
When you smile at me, I revolve around you
Like moon is to earth
I am to you, wisps of the wind
Playing tricks, I see through you
As you pass right through me for you are my ghost
A friendly wisp of the wind, surrounding me.