A Million Years of Solitude

I have a dream Dream to achieve a few small things in life The small things which will touch a million hearts A million that nourishes with a brilliant hope The hope that inspires us and lead us to work The work which needs all of us to do Us who wait for some miracles to happen Miracles which happen on a daily basis Daily we give shape to our thoughts Thoughts flourish and turn into action Action to make peace with the world World agitated with dreamless souls Souls waiting to touch our lives Lives waiting to live and light our hopes Hopes taking shape and creating a dream… The dream that I have… I have a dream.

I begged, pleaded and cried Wrenched my heart, emptied my soul Put my fate in your hand. And you walked away. Centuries later when life had stopped for me And I breathed to keep me alive At the end of the world, on a deserted land Did we see each other again? “How are you?’ you had asked. Though I knew you did not want any answers. You had stories to tell - of your adventures and lovely ladies. And to show me your success and victories. You told me about the misty mountains you had visited, The lonely beaches and the busy markets, The beautiful women you courted on the country-sides And the brilliant dreams you wove for yourself. I listened, mesmerised, to you. The grandeur and the royalty of it, that you have. Slowly tears rolled down my eyes And a smile touched through my lips. You looked at me suddenly and stopped for a moment. “Is everything ok?” you asked looking concerned. “Nothing.   Am happy to see you again...

  L ight shimmers on the lake reflecting the moon’s glory the breeze doesn’t help as much.. the undone hair gets ruffled with the blowing wind, along with it, the smell of nectar captures the mind. the fingers which are tangled in murmured whispers leave the mark on the soft sand … the lips quiver… smells the aroma floating out of the ethereal body, -          a touch might break the spell or the dream, yet incapable of resisting the urge to be one with self where joy has no bounds and love spread throughout … sometimes, our thoughts are what we are, sometimes we make our thoughts…

Would you mind if I looked into your eyes And offer my soul to you? Would you mind if I hold you in my arms And weave a dream for two? Would you listen if I have a story to tell And a song to play for you? Would you listen if I cry in the darkness Feeling just a little blue? Would you care if my heart skipped a beat? Would you love if this life was true? Would you live to make my life? Would you stretch your hand and take me through?