Nov 28, 2007

Lines of dreams, depression and time

I am a lonely searcher
of the path of darkness
seeking the dreams
that smell loss and curiosities.

I am standing with a broken mind
in front of the temple
of time.

Screams are audible
from a valley of fear
to which shadows come
and darkness grows.

Mind is a wounded
womb in which the red sperm of
depression is kept,


A womb made up of
my thoughts,
my dreams, my imagination
those were crushed
under the rough
wheels of time,
one child hood
that dreamt colours
long before,
and perhaps
my friendships
those turn to loss..

.....................................

I say,
this life is of
sadness,
and happiness
is just a dream.


2 comments:

  1. Life is a dream...

    But we make our dreams come true...

    Life is what we make it...

    Life can be beautiful...

    We just make it happen... [:)]

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  2. hey tomz..
    Life is a beautiful lyre
    men here are the dreams
    that were in the eyes
    of men who lived here once.
    my eyes never tire
    of another dream
    ............

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