A Spellbinding Dream
Today I found me roaming, following the winds way
Intervened my conscience and chased my insane sane
I gripped my heels, was walking embracing the way
Casting forrad I dropped myself on a lane
I grasped my mind- boggling essence instantly
When I realized where the swaying winds have brought me
It was the same old fussy lane I crossed in my dusks and dawns
In all the days of my adolescence bridging my way to home
I stepped forth in the lane, recapturing my old memories
And saw the old bench where once fagged me would sit at ease
Then I saw that street light still saluting the young scholars
Soaked in the enigma of unsolved books but still determined to aim high
Sitting beside was the old dog tamed by the family staying two blocks away
Seeing me he wagged his tail as if he felt my presence there
I went down the lane and saw the same old mansions, stores and workshops
The aged were chattering in the similar way they used to
And the young were busy in full energy to follow their schedule
Ahead was the same old tree still shading the people and the street divider
Entrapped and entranced, for I again got my old breaths back
I was impulsively making my way to buy my favourite candy when
I halted my rejoiced heart and began to search for
An old friend who then stayed here, near the candy shop
I began to wonder for today I encountered every old memory of the lane
But my friend's home from where I would walk alone to my place
I carried my feet onward and cornered the lane
And there I saw her smiling and waving at me
Gosh! I found her, I breathed in relief
Then suddenly, in no time, I got jolted by my sophomore classmate
I shifted my eyes to her softly; baffled and surprised
When she pat me for now I was late for my morning class
There, I realized it was just a spellbinding dream.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
This poem was the successful product of my dream.
Yeah! I actually had a dream about an old friend who then was a very close friend of mine. But as time got changed, her feelings too and henceforth made me to change my priorities.
But then, some days back I dreamt her and even the same old aura of our friendship.
Well, trust me it really rejuvenated my nerves but only for a while. For later I was more wondering about the time and her shifted priorities.
Then I finally dropped it into a piece of paper and shaped it into a poem.
Its not just a poem but a Feel, of the changing priorities with the time, which even changed the bond of a strong friendship.
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