Chathurya Gurugoda Poet Prose

One Dream; Two Realities

Each and every junction of a big city were blooding
Along with the relatives in dirty dark cabins
There was no age limit for the melancholic sobbing
Calling their lost friends, parents and cousins

They had lost  their sleep-in-calm
Those innocent people were in coral
Fathers with fearless hearts were holding hard
Cuddling the soft cheeks of  their little babes in arms

The Goddess of Dreams may had changed her scheduled  task
It was late that night for her to scatter her pretty sham
Orr…maybe it was not her that time who spread that  charm
I mean how two neighbours had that exact same mirage

“An unchanging and distant friend was the title role of those two dreams
He was inviting them to visit his city with all  of their family siblings 
He brought them tickets and all they need, to run this as a safe proceed
But no one saw the names on tickets, which tell the place they ready for stepping”

One got up early, hearing the sounds of bombings far
‘What’s the meaning of that dream last night? ‘ he thought much hard
He struggled a lot that day, to find out on his dreamed pal
That’s when it came like a shot, ‘your pal died’  last night in sharp

The other dreamer was quite different, he never went to its reference
He shaped his dream to the shape he wants, adding his family’s future thoughts
He started to find and earn and save, every coin he can honestly take
The bombings near his own doorway, he thought ‘at least I have to assay’

Nearly a year had passed since that story’s days
Their city was still burning with rude and  pains
What about those two dreamers who lived in close alleys?
Oh…after that miracle dream, they chose two different ways

That first guy lived a useless life, always scared for a bad sign
He totally believed he got that ticket, he found which came from the land of wickeds
Each and every time he heard, a bomb explodes in a nearby sward
He uttered himself that he’s not ready, oh God keep me steady

The second dreamer was now more happy, he taught his kids to come to daddy
He knew that the future is not yet made, but he believed  that dream was his aid
He thanked God for giving him strength, to live one more day when every day ends
Now he lives in another city in peace, when his hometown exploded like molten cheese

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