The bowl being empty
with nothing in stock
reluctant to prepare anything
sat in a corner stiffly bored
the day in and day out
handling the ladle and vessels
boiling rice in the pan
into the making of broth
and the salads colourful
becomes a bug bear
so now in a status
with nothing in preparation
no material ready to eat
with the hunger unabated
and the strain in doing things
appeasing the hunger with water
sitting once again in the corner
with a fatigue not felt ever
the eyelids closing with a vigour
off into an hallucination
with dreams coming in a sequence
not relating to any consequence.
Tag: dreams
I Have A Dream
I have a dream said Martin Luther King
fifty years ago in an eloquent sing.
A dream where everyone would become equal
Well, that dream has led to sequels
where distinctions of colour had faded
while the demarcations are reduced by shades
yet there we find still feuds and tantamount
pertaining to the racial hatred that discounts
the proven magnanimity which is holding the count.
Not there is seen absolute unity among the races
with the colour fair mostly running the chases.
Well visible through the coverage of the society
while it is prominently experienced with a sobriety.
The dream of Martin Luther King has become a reality partial
where the racial sadism has diluted to a level facial
His dream was of a full recognition and admission
where his children would become citizens without any remission.
That to be achieved we have to wait for long years still
envisaging a perfect embrace of the White and Black by will.
Dreams Come True
Dreams come true they say
but i never could say so.
As I go on dreaming day after day
nothing has turned real in a show.
Does this happen only to me? I wonder
if at all they come out true I ponder
I would rise up and fly in the skies
like the lovely roaming fairies.
Dreaming every night as I sleep
I get up suddenly and peep
finding nothing amazing
I sit silent and gazing.
Well, dreams do give a fill
a satisfaction and a
thrill
Dreams And Real.
Entering into the world of dreams
where everything is a fantasy
wandering there with no thought of the world
seeing castles and lovely gardens
with men to serve and women to stand
eating from where you are and
dining the sumptuous delicacies
would be a welcome change to anyone
but it would hold good only as a change
not as a permanent walk through
as work is the only thing
that keeps us in style.
Dream is a reality
in a far-fetched sense
calling for a creativity
with an attempt intense
going with it is an uncertainty
but an attempt hence
is no way a hindrance absolutely
Dream is a sketch of the mind
a plan imaginary
drawn in the broad canvas
not in paper bonded
but in the sheet of the mind
an alibi proposing a carry out
with no obstacles and hiccups.
Dreams lead to a progress
as the mind works out
both in sleep and while awake
drawing a modus operandi
as how to execute and how
to go forward in a form
appropriate and with relevance..
