Buckling Up
I can't sleep from light even at early dawn
While winds throw my fringe to the other side,
I lay open-eyed at the starry skies,
Wishing to smell the emptiness while am gone.
I sense my dreams in a far away land,
Soaring away with the clouds which are now at a hand
People who have gone have never returned,
For the road that takes there doesn’t come back
My sleep have gone with a tinge of light
For dreams are not what you see when you dream
Dreams are those which doesn’t let you dream
For sleep are slumbers which doesn't let you dream.
I slept somewhere in an open field,
With pillows of hay, where dreams yield
Now when I turn my head right
I see those clouds towards the bright.
Stars and moons on my left,
A rising sun on my right
In the middle when I lay at night
Confiscated by the moonbeam daylight.
For the moon takes light from the sun,
My clouds gonna reach there soon
Definitely for the better ‘soon’
Towards that side as fast I run.
I will bring light for my moon,
For I leave behind a lot of gloom
My stars, my field, and my sleeps
Turning back while I run as fast,
I would see my past peeps.
I raise my hands to testify,
In a hope, I droop,
You would be there until the end,
For You have shown the path where my life amend.
Together we will show the world,
Putting in heart my sleeping dreams
With starry skies and the moon above
I still chased the sunbeams.
Copyright © Rijuta Ghosh | Year Posted 2017
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