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Dreamers Anthem

Do you look back at your past scribbles and feel that you're not connected with it anymore? I wrote this poem about 3 years ago, published here in January 2005. Somehow rereading it today didn't give me the same feelings and emotions I felt at that time. I wrote this out of immense anger and sadness towards (my) world. I'm kind off numb now to that feelings, in the process of changing myself. How do I explore the past, regain that spirit? Different motivations and a different world. I fought to keep my mind intact, found friends and hope, got lost in this great big world. That was then and It was a true story. Maybe I should learn to dream again...
as i lie awake,
on this cold wet night,
million of miles from my dream,
the universe slowly passing me by,
expanding further into the void,
of my future,

as i lie awake,
dreaming still of my dream,
the thought of when and where,
will i achieve my dreams,
its more than dreams actually,
it's my passion in life,
my silent and warm antidote,
for my cruel life,

as i run away,
from my crude past,
someday even the cool rain,
won't drive my sorrows away,
someday it gives me hope so high,
even the stars seem to be in touch,

oneday someday,
when i'm fully awake,
from this dying dream,
when my sorrows cease to eat me,
and my feelings cast away my anger,
and i forget all my hate,

that one day,
i know i will reach the stars,
riding high,
all my dreams will come true,
humanity saved,
and everyone old and young,
newborns and dreamers alike,
drifters and legends,
will sleep an innocent slumber,
dream beautiful dreams,
of the garden of the Gods,
for i am there to save you,

when that day comes,
all the questions answered,
and all journeys end,
that day i will say goodbye,
to my blood and to my soul,
to my brothers in arm,
and to my fellow dreamers riding high,
on the back of the enigmatic neutrino,
to the far reaches of the universe,
and to the heavenly garden of the Gods,

and all days,
will be happy days,
when the passion is fulfilled,
and the hatred suppressed,
when the crimson rivers,
turn into crystal manna of life,
and the amber skies cleansed,
mothers breathing pure life,
and the land of the humans,
returned to humans,
and the land of green,
green again in high soul,
and the sea mighty once again with tides,
so high that the dreamers drift course,
towards the water of passion,
and everyone will know,

that one day,
the pain died,
lives not lost and loves not killed,
running on the fields of dreams,
when and where their past generations,
failed and failed again,
before gaining victory,
and that night all over the gifted earth,
the third rock from sol,
vibrates with happy souls,
who sleep with a hope,
and a single dream,
to wake up tomorrow,
and face another day,
to live a new life,
and give birth to a new baby,
who will live her life,
and tell this high tale,
of bravery and courage so true,
its the greatest story ever told,
to her son and daughter,
lying on the lap of God.
I love you.

-gp05-


[#] Don't know if you liked this, but do tell me, because this was from a kid a year old in raw poetic dreams.

Comments

Nachi said…
you know what bro, i myself like to take a look every now and then at all the stuff that i have penned down over the years. its a sort of 'reality check' in terms of how far i have managed to come in life till date. my thoughts, how they have changed or remained stubbornly rigid.

its a growing curve, and we are all growing...it never stops...yesterday we were but children. today we are something more (for better or for worse?? i know not). but compared to tomorrow, we are still children today!

and yes, i liked the poem.

:)
Jeevan said…
Looking back our writings we come to know how well have been on expression in words and how truly we get to explore our self and the thoughts. Beautiful dream on universe bro, fancy, and the mind touches.
Alok said…
I could almost sense the aspirations of a 'young poet', his dreams, his pains ... his light ... the twilight, the dawn .... and most importantly the resilience ...

I do leaf over my past scribblings sometime ... just to know how I used to scribble before :)
Cinderella. said…
I absolutely loved this bhai !
I dig your poetry anyway...so....

The verses uplift,
yet you said you wrote them in anger ?!!
How ?!
Am In Trance said…
**and all days,
will be happy days,
when the passion is fulfilled,
and the hatred suppressed,
when the crimson rivers,
turn into crystal manna of life,
and the amber skies cleansed..**


8-]
You Are A Born-Poet Dude...!!
Ghost Particle said…
[nachi] excellent words bro, we will always be children compared to tomorrow! wow!

Thx bro, its a reality check indeed.

[jeevan] you are right, its an exploration of the self and the thought. you are a wise man nanba. May our dreams roam more space than ever. thx.

[alok] you touched my raw past emotions, you explored deeper, and you have braved great depths. :) you know me more bro. Thx for the great words.

[cinderella] and I always dig ur writings and poetry sis :)

i wrote it in anger because while i write of hope, there were many things pulling me down...that was the anger...towards the world. :) but sadly it still exists now.

[trance] We are all born poets...the circumstances that bring us to where we are, and what we do and write comes at different times of life. thx for seeking me bro.
chinny said…
Agree with you. I too have felt it
you are right. it's not possible to recapture the unique moments of creativity.Besides, a work of art has an existence independent of the author
Miladysa said…
Ditto Nachi - but I do not think I could have put it so well :-D

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