Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My Dream Box


This song is about a five year old, who has this peculiar habbit of placing her dreams every morning in her dream box and then releasing them in the evening, until one fine day.... she forgets that rut!
Once forgotten, seemed as if forgotten forever.
The girl is grown and is nubile to face the world. She lifts the box to walk out, and......alas! she feels the weight of the box pulling her down. She realizes her mistake of not releasing all the dreams on that very evening. But like it is said - " Better late than never", she walks out into the world with the Dream-box...



I rub my eyes and walk around
the bedsheet sways in the sunshine as I croon
I surrender to the simplest practice that I'm bound
to lift the Dream Box as a toast to the moon.

It takes care to open the lid of the rusted box
put my dream inside and behold the rocks
tie my shoe lace and run to the docks,
then release my dreams in the air,
as I foresee life's untying knots.

I feel addicted carrying the box every dusk,
dreams that smell bitter, and dreams that smell musk.
Dreams ought to be released, or else inside the box will they rust,
dreams as soft as feather and as hard as elephant's tusk.

A routine that I'm obsessed with,
to rise up in the morn and place the dream in the box before my eyes
Dream-box's treasure for me is no longer a myth
But it, in its own way makes me feel rich.

My wrinkles look at me when I stare the mirror
My hair reminds me of the days gone by
I'm no longer the five year old but a face of yore
all because the box was kept aside in a sty.

I run and open the box to fill another dream inside
just to find the old weighing dreams wrestling with their beside...


Will complete the poem by tomorrow.