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Tulip Chowdhury Jul 2016
why disappoint me?
I don't know why
dear Dreams,
in day or night
you're hopeless, impossible,
at times insane too,
don't play cruel jokes
do you?
I wonder though
if that is because,
possibles are impossibles
in my real life,
so you adjusted
in coming with dreams
of impossible things?
Tulip Chowdhury Jul 2016
Question unanswered:
what does life hold,
on this fraction of a second,
one that is part of a minute,
a minute part of an hour,
an hour that's part of a day,
a day that's part of a year,
a year part of a century,
a century part of a decade
for eons beyond
AND, and, and, hmmmm..
Does it hold anything all ?
Tulip Chowdhury Jun 2016
full moon stares
from a cloudless sky
night crickets drone
on and on
an owl hoots
to answer a fox
and serenading it all
my sleepless eyes
will not close tonight
not all.
Tulip Chowdhury Jun 2016
earliest dreams
of a little girl
held demons
fairies and kings

fifty years later
they are same.
only
all more real
and have different names

dreams in deathbed
may be same,
rulers and ruled
chasing each other
in peoples' names.

real dream
sleeping remained
and freedom never came.
Tulip Chowdhury Jun 2016
Didn't know
to laugh or cry
sailing in the Pacific
as clouds floated by
and mountains calling
for daring rides.

Looking around
at human forms
tears and smiles
I longed
to be a part of it all,
like one life
with countless wings

I stood still,
where to go?
I didn't know
and
don't know, still.
Tulip Chowdhury Jun 2016
countless voices
cry to life
the giver
seeking, begging
give us
'more, more
and yet more',
till they hear
life saying,
'I shall give
when I receive'.

between life and death
life stares
and so do we
silence and sound
we ask each other
' what did we give?'
Tulip Chowdhury Jun 2016
Hey
when I was sobbing
with tears running
endlessly, like rivers
waters falling into seas,
all I wanted was,
for you to pick me up,
hold me
hug me
and stop the tears' flow
with a deep kiss.

But,
I listened
to echoes of your footsteps
heard the door banging shut,
knowing you will return
on your time
with roses to console
tears that have gone dry.

Now,
how can I tell, how
that moment's emptiness
will never be filled
for important to you was
NOT  ME
but something else.
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