Empty things called Dreams

Dreams? I haven’t dreamt for so long, I think.

It has surely been ages since i slept even a wink.

Are dreams pretty little things, all bright and happy?

Or are they grey and cold, no substance, just empty?

I wonder how dreams look like….or actually --

I wonder how i looked when i knew how to dream.

It's been years now, seems like at least few centuries,

That i have lived without closing my cynical weary eyes.

So tired I am, so exhausted, please can I just sleep?
If you could but find me a cool shade, i would almost weep.

Tell me, whose door should I knock for some mercy?

I am dragging my self, are they blind? can't they see?

The heat is scorching, and the cold within numbs me;

Is there ............ nothing [sigh] comforting in between?

I think I have forgotten the visage of normalcy,
And I wait for fate to deliver some clemency.

End looks better to me than thoughts of new beginnings.

Like a pendulum i keep swinging between these extremities.

My turbulent mind no longer finds any certainty in rationality,

Ha, I write these violent thoughts amidst calm surrounding.

Dreams? I haven’t dreamt for so long, it seems.

If I die young

To You Who Loved Me,

If I die young, do put me in a dress

Soft peach, light and smelling fresh

My hair combed with a flower on the side,

Looking my best for the very last time.

As you send me off to be cremated, leave...

Leave me behind and do not look back

Don't watch me turn into a swirling smoke,

Return to your lives and with time try to forget

There is no point clinging to one who is dead.

I rather live in your past with all other 'what was'

Than be forced to exist in the crowd of 'what ifs'.

I wish I lived longer, I lived better, I lived fuller

But I died happy, with no regrets for any other.

If I die young……….. without time to say goodbye

Know that your presence in my thoughts isn’t a lie.

I do remember my many faults and mistakes,

I did whisper a sorry for each one of them;

My flaws are not me, but that you loved me in spite,

Made me feel cherished and turned every wrong to right.

End comes to all, even if you are not ready or too young

So don’t feel sorry, my life has always been my favorite song.


Yours Truly.