A Mime's Dream

A silhouette I saw ,so nice with beauty,sitting on the boat

depressed she was, with how people played with emotions

with sadness in her eyes,she gave a glance,lights in her eyes brighter than the moonlight

creator couldn't stop hearts from getting together

I was a solace for her, with a smile on a happy face, I took her for granted as my closest

I rowed the boat,with two such beauties-her beautiful soul and moon

boat slid on water as a marble on silk,having both of us cradled in divine relation

the night growing older we went more to the far end of the sea,

the beautiful soul, soon with her beauty showed her darkness,

the boat got heavy, her expectations, her wantings,darkness made the boat lean towards her

I rowed and rowed,a smile I had on my face,she admired my efforts for her

the boat moved slowly as I was discovering that beauty more and more with her blessed darkness..it was tough but I still rowed and rowed

soon I had to break my back to row, still got admired with a smile from that beautiful soul

so solemnly I rowed,sublime I thought our relation is....

awry,awry of fate it was that I, I couldn't stand her wishes,expectations..

the boat started to drown getting heavy.. I still rowed to the end...somehow...

reached the shore,she smiled,waved her hand and flew a good bye kiss towards me.

there, on the boat, was I, an indistinct person with broken mind seeking someone still to share his words

oh,that was a concern of none,I stood being satisfied that I made her smile..

but that weight of feelings she put on the boat,the pressure I took to row,made my shoulders cold as the boat was drowning with me...

I cried inside...requiem I desired..

eyes got opened,I saw the ceiling fan circling, realised dream it was

got that nice self sacrificed pleasant feeling frail, a close relation with that beauty was nothing but just a dream.

heart cried, head had a meteor

life still counted on days

in search.....for a soul to merge

for a soul... which would be the part of my soul and amaze the great scientist up in the sky who created

days and days, search and search, life goes on in an order to make that supreme..soul of two to one....

yet, I tell myself that fiction,less stranger than truth, can turn my soundless dream to reality...

hope may die,time will march on with my search of a soul

torturing silently the heart to bleed...