Thursday, January 24, 2008

The Graveyard of Dreams

It is that pitch dark time of the night,
Dreams control the hero, sleeping tight
Dreams:::: wet <–> wild <–> blasphemy,
<->Morphed <–> vague< -> originality

But there is always a dream killer,
He lurks everywhere, surreptitious,
Here he comes, terrifying under
The garb of reality, tears ‘em asunder

Addictive =~~ power of the moment,
However, bewarned the churn and ferment,
Dreams can be a crazy scary fuel,
Will the hero die in the eternal duel?

The dream killer sets up his henchmen,
Society&&Education&&SinsSeven
They hunt hard, Oh some do get away,
But hey just another one just fell prey ::(

It is yet another casualty
A dream turned sour and salty
Consigned forever, stifled screams
To the Graveyard of Dreams

1 comment:

Shankar said...

the poem about dreams cuz it was martin luther king jr 's birthday this monday????? :P

btw, i had a dream inside a dream inside a dream same day .... coincidence?

why pessimistic poem about dreams? some of them do not go to graveyard.