Colony Of Dreams
Submerged in the flood of the maddening crowd,
I see a verdant valley carved out by covert ingenuity
within my lonesome mind, drifting away entranced,
displaced from the still stratum of suffusing sound
of converging cacophony, resonating loud in quiet thoughts,
as dreams cluster within the unanchored mind.
In the colony of dreams, incubated in psychic thicket,
I wander on the convoluted contours of confusing life.
As the rising sun of promise bursts with convivial colors
on the calm canopy of hope with golden beams,
the yearning leaves sparkle in the spectrum of splendor
in the sea of silence where I sink within sensuous serenity.
In beguiling breeze rippling in the assembly of dreams,
the enchanting fantasy lattice dances to its cadence,
makes mystique motifs with light and shade matrix.
The design weaves for me the tapestry of imagery
where sprouting dormant dreams congregate on stage
to perform for me the kaleidoscopic show of ecstasy.
As the raucous reality invades the realm of dreams,
I invent words made of time’s sand, composing no lyric,
nor creating the beleaguered ballad of Greek tragedy,
for then I lie languished under the debris of dreams.
I become a flockless bird with broken wings in time tempest
when the sky falls on the consumed colony of dreams.
Walking the last mile in the lonely path of twilight zone
in the remaining hours of the fading sunset glow,
I seek the soothing shade to rest for the last time,
step into waiting woods of resurgent reverie once again,
see my dreams return, longingly flourish in their domain,
annexing the lengthening shadow of my memory.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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