I slowly drift into Dreams
In the middle of the Day
Weaving and drawing, A story
In the empty sky, which is still a Mystery.
The white snowy clouds
Carpeting my incomplete stories
The birds flying and singing
Add music to the dull mysteries.
The sweet innocent rain
Cleaning the inaccuracies of my artwork
The cold breezy wind
Lamenting and carrying to places unknown.
But the reality defies my imagination
As the castles I built
In the imaginary walls of thoughts
Seem to be stumbling and falling.
Ruining the pleasant sky
The World turns Red
As the Sun dawns into darkness
I slowly gulp the unhappiness.
Then Again, The sky is clear
My imaginary creations wiped off. But,
The sky doesn't look the same
As it fails to inspire, like it did before.
Life seems to be tangled
Uncaring and ungrateful
I try to find myself
Among the multitude of people.
But I am lost, walking alone
Through the rugged stories.
From people, I hear the life adventures,
Which I wish were mine.
But time seems to be friendly
Just like most people I know
Robs me most of it,
As I just stand witnessing.
Hope is all I have
Strong, I try to stand
But weak, I'm from inside
Which finds me too dear.
A smile lives on my lips
Buried beneath the pain,
Too agonizing it is, Because
Sometimes when I am alone, I cry.
- Ajay Kontham™ © 2013
As written in The Shaded Shadows.
- 10:28 PM
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