I never thought I'd drown so deep,
Never thought, I'd be swept off my feet.
Was I so naive to believe?
I wonder why I took the leap?
What is this that I feel in my defeat?
I'm happy but yet I grieve,
I'm watching but I no longer perceive.
What would it take for you to be real?
How long before I stop to feel?
I see a dream but I remain undone,
I have memories; I'll never outrun,
For in them I always find you,
All these years without adieu.
I stare at my cage while you run wild,
I dare myself to live my life,
I seek refuge within this dark mind,
But even then; darling dream child,
Even then this pain isn't so rife.
If compared to the loneliness to which I'm confined,
Everyday something around of you does remind.
In certain circles I hear of you still,
Sleep is now but just a virtue of pill.
I wonder if you feel it too,
The sudden sadness which awkward smiles ensue,
An image of old times flashing like a bolt,
Or waking to the forgotten with a jolt?
Someday you shall miss me soon,
But pray hold on to life you choose.
I'm not the same anymore,
Time renders everyone immune,
Not to love but to its abuse,
Not of talks but words too sour,
Finally I've freed myself from grip of surreal lores.
Have it your way; dream child,
I still remember the way you smiled.
Not long now before you know,
Every dream has an afterglow.
Mine; to be with you at night for a while,
Yours; to send me back each day to exile.
And maybe that's how we are meant to be,
You; my dream and me; the lonely absentee.
- ©2017. 'Dream Child' by Adhish Mazumder.