Dreams And Alibi. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

My thoughts will always be yours
Either you would own them,
And I would default on the interest payable.
Or you would disown them to be abandoned
As old mines which ones powered
The steam engines that gave rise to propulsion jets
And someday will fuel cold fusion.
My dreams were your alibi
That you were alive
And were mowing the lawn of the garden
Next to Eden, just to its left,
Whilst the eve of your desires lay
Staring at the red sky filled in by alien planets
Of beliefs that belied our collective realities.
You wished you could dream,
I wished I could find more of you,
In the interim alibis dreams and intermissions
Continued peppered by advertising of the self.