Filling in the Blanks- a Daydreamer’s Delirium
Sometimes, not so often, but regularly yet
The colors disappear.
On rain-soaked evenings or cloudy noons
My story-telling mind lets me down.
And all my selves that never were-
All those colorful powerful happening selves
I gave myself cease to excite me.
The bleakness makes her presence felt
Like the constant dripping sound of water
Running down an overworked tap.
I grope around in the blank grayness
To regain my lost fantasies.
Am I insane or ill?
Why can’t I live as I am?
I fear me sometimes- I fear my dreams.
And I fear the illusory happiness I run after,
My idle imaginations-if they engulf me
Or worse: melt away when the future comes-
The future of all the extra-ordinary happenings
Which I have kept at bay over the years,
When it at last arrives and the dreams shatter,
Will I be able to live and love?
When I finally out-grow my wishful fairy-tales
Will I be able to fill in the blanks?
P.S: The accompanying picture is a landscape painting by Tim Postell
every line has a unusual imagery, different and specific that'd persuade one to stop and think....i don't know what you were thinking when you wrote it, but am sure every one can see something in this brilliant poem.
ReplyDeletea silente scream of a lost soul....perfect!!!