By Gaurav Parab
Maybe that is not how it was
A dream is after all dreamt to have flaws
No one saw what I could see in it
Perhaps a trick of light inside eyes half slit
She could never be so beautiful it seems
Beauty lies in the power of dreams
She never lived for me they say
Her eyes were black, yet I claim they were gray
How could she have a taste for you?
In life you don’t bite what you will not chew
She must have a love, a home, her own dream
An idea like you sounds unsuitable in her scheme
I hear she sings it was all a phase
In flashy hotels and run down cafes
If she never happened, how I hear what she sings?
Unexplained is how non-dreamers explain dreams
Every person lives only for his dreams
Life he could not live he slowly redeems
We were a fast dream that cannot live
Reality is the true lie real dreams spit out to give
6 comments:
Gaurav, I must say, you have an amazing gift of gab, which comes across in this blog.
Do they still make guys like you? I thought, the process had been stopped long back. :-))
@ Yamini
Yes, the process was stopped long back. I think the introduction of Financial Accounting as a 3 credit course in B schools triggered the whole thing being put on hold :)
In the last para, you tryin to justify the poem... though, I can understand the pressure to reach a conclusion..
DUDE!!!! WHY DO I SMELL A WHIFF OF INCUBUS IN YOUR POEM!!!
DUDE!! why do i get a whiff of incubus in your poem!!!
I must say, that you have made me realize that poems CAN be good. And hey, thats a compliment, it really really is! ive always HATED poems. Yours are good!
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