I started writing a story of a dreamer
It began beautifully
Like stars hanging in the sky
It was filled with passion and emotions
Colorful like a rainbow circling the earth
When in summer hot air rises from the ground
Carrying the dust with it
The vision gets blurry
You see everything
But still, you see nothing
My story also lost its vision
The dreamer lost its passion
How do I stay away from the dust?
I can not
I need glasses and I need to stay inside my house
To stay away from the dust
But I was out
In the middle of the hot air
With my eyes open swallowing all the dust
I cannot always remain inside
You have to face the sun
And get wet in the rains
I find it hard though
Even after wearing glasses
Some dust will enter into your system
It will irritate you
You will try to wash it with water
And as soon as you remove the glasses
Boom!
The wind will blow you away
Into the reality
Into life
And you will stay hanging in air restlessly
Surrendering yourself to lies
My story lost its vision
But it didn\’t need glasses
Glasses are for reality
I removed all the dust from my imagination
The dreamer got its passion back
The story got alive
In reality, as I was standing in the middle of a dust storm
I switched myself off
And entered into my story
The dust started to settle down
And it started raining heavily.
Nicely penned.
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I loved the image that you’ve created through this poem! 😇 It’s interesting how a passionate dreamer can switch from reality to his imagination so easily, haha! Glad I came across your blog.
-Firefly 🐝
It’s really great to read such comments. I feel great that what I conveyed through my words is perceived by you to the point. I’ll also visit you blog to read your work. Thank you Chandni..
Shreyans
Yay, that’s sweet of you. Thankyou! 😇
‘You see everything. But still, you see nothing’ This is such a captivating line. This line and the gist of your poem speaks of feeling overwhelmed. As the poem progresses and as we keep moving forward, it speaks of gaining clarity. I really like how you also said glasses are a reality…sometimes what we put on, like our face, is a mask to the world each day. It’s not until when we feel truly comfortable that we can be ourselves and find our passion once again. Again, great poem Shreyans 🙂
You described it so beautifully..Thank you for always appreciating…
Regards
Shreyans
But you described it beautifully in the first place. For that, thank you. Thank you for sharing so honestly and genuinely 🙂
most welcome
Have a good week ahead and keep writing 🙂