Retrieved Pieces of My Lost Poetry

I stood up, in the dark
In my half-slept awkward bed,

Letting the string of broken dreams

Enjoy a free sub-conscious wander!

The clock struck 2’

Alarming my weak beating soul!

The wail of a night bird resonated

Lamenting at its sleepless curse!

I recollected a lost time,

When I put on a poet’s charming robe!

Sometimes the words came in a flow

Sometimes with its usual blockades!

I thought, was it a dream?

Had I made such so called attempts?

Or was it just the smartness

Exhibited by a words’ apprentice?

In the dark, a support I searched for

With my wavering quivering hands!

My thumping heart too had become

Anxious at the loss of reality!

As the first rays of light

Touched the earth in golden mist!

I started yet another day

With the regained consciousness!

Dreaming the Dreams

(A continuation to 'Waving the Dreams Away'. Previously credited under the title 'Lines of Dreams, Depression and Rain'.)


Soon I got into some dreams,
As the rainfall patted me to sleep
With its soothing fingers
Amidst those olden dark cold nights.

I dreamt to brood then,
Hugging the chill within a nest
Built on a tree branch at a valley
Where no rainfall comes.

That was a time, unlike from
These nasty days,
When the Goddess Prakriti
Blesses me with full of sleeps and dreams.

Cursed are these days,
When not a night is kind enough
To give me some peaceful sleep or
To show some wondrous dreams
Even in these wet rainy days.

The tiresome long nights
Might have forgotten
To see dreams.

There was the childhood, once
Got in to the depths of my thoughts
Usually to dance graceful, and
None of such things does
Care about peeping my thoughts
Nowadays!

The past seems forgotten, and
The dreadful black granite tower too
Shrouds itself inside the clouds of Forgetfulness.

Rhyming the Time

(Previously credited under the title 'Some Dejected Thoughts')

As every night draws in
For a new morning,
As every dream blooms
To form a reality,
As the Spring falls down
For a new season, and
As pretty foreheads
Begin to put up with wrinkles,
Says the Life,
‘The Time passes...’

Actually, the time passes through
Every fragment of life,
Every thought, and through
Every enjoyment…
In the expectation for the next moment,
And in the sweet memories of the past!!

The time does not give
Any loss or any dream.
Life is just a fantasy!

Dreams are bloomed in expectations!
The time is enjoyed in the
Richness of Life!!
It is usually the smiling faces
That make time under the
Clouds of forgetfulness.

One will think
It is the truth
And it is the whole!!
And there is no ‘next moment’ (Some only)

But everything will go by
Making the spectators all fools!!

Then the consciousness whispers,
The past was better!!
But the truth is far away from these
Presuppositions!!

The past was never so good, but
It was for the good!!

One’s dream is not for the other!
One’s best companion is his own dreams!!
His hopes and wishes!!

The fascinating wishes has its appeal
Till its fulfillments only.
After the fulfillment,
The wishes will get thrown
To the past,
And will become a loss.