Smokey dreams
A hint of nostalgia
Under the bridge of memories
I find myself perched
The shuttering noise
of the missed train
And the anticipation
of the approaching one
Is something I’ve cherished always
They sit and talk to me
for they admire my words
But from a distance, lest
they start to bleed
Success is an idea, and
so is being free
What might be enough for you
Isn’t enough territory (for me)
I tell them with an open heart
Try and live for a day
the way you want
They take a step back
Apprehension filled faces
An embedded conservative stance
Is all they manage
With a hand clutching the chains
of fear and slavery
The train I await
is still quite far
The question remains, to be or not to be
Hands are clutched tight
with some dreams and fear again
Quietly perched at my spot
I admire the passing train
“Some other time”
I hear a distant voice
Nobody in sight
Smokey dreams are so lame.
nice one!
Thanks buddy 🙂 . How have you been!
I am very well. Thanks so much.😁
How are you?
Been a lot busy with #BlogchatterA2Z. By the way got my first eBook published. Posting an update soon. Please grab your copy and I’ll wait for a review too 🙂 .
Success is an idea, and
so is being free……….. Truth and yet we forget ……….this is thought provoking
Hey thanks a lot Sakshi. It’s always a pleasure to hear from you. I am getting my first eBook published shortly. Would like to get your review on the same.
Hey that’s awesome …way to go…… update me once you do …. would love to read
😀 … sure !