Listen intently,
And you’ll hear it–
The sound of dreams you shattered.
Listen intently,
And you’ll hear it–
The sound of dreams you shattered.
One forgotten dream.
Many duties, expectations,
Life came in between.
Let’s get it out of the way straight away–I am a clingy person…in a very weird sense. I cling to the memories…real and imagined…often not able to sort which is real and which is imagined.
Even my dreams are like that. I dream of old ‘friends’ telling me they miss me and after a few reruns (repeated dreams or thinking about it), I start believing it. Then I want to meet them, and find out that they don’t give a damn!
Not sure, but I think it has something to do with the loneliness I have dealt with during childhood. My father was transferred from one place to another often, and I and my brother kept changing cities with him. I was friendly but building relationships takes time, and time was not a luxury I had. While everyone else stayed with their childhood circle, I was constantly on the move, leaving potential friends behind.
I was and am still jealous of all those who could go back to their home town to meet old friends. I have nobody.
This Monday, I just came back after a month-long vacation at my parent’s home. I could only bully one friend to come and meet. Everyone else was busy. It was lonely…
Lately, I have been having more dreams/memories of ‘lost love’. But I am wary now. I can’t trust my own brain. Not sure if I had a brain short circuit due to all the emotional overload since I read too many novels about true friends and love.
Any advice?

I found a seashell on the shore
As I made sand castles.
I wondered,
If I’ll find a pearl inside.
The shell sits on my desk
Unopened,
Because I am afraid to lose hope.
His willowy wife slept in his arms but his sleep was gone after the nightmare: a girl in white–with a stocky frame, unimpressive black hair and eyes, and laughter lines–looked at him with a thousand accusations in her eyes as he stood at the back of the church. She, then, took vows with another man.
His heart felt hollow.
There is a place where I drive my trailer
Everyday
To live forever
Next to the grassy banks of a tranquil lake.
The warm Sun calls me
And the clear water winks at me
Beconing me to come out.
I dip my toes in the water.
I look at the starfish that adorns the rock
Buried by my feet
As eels and gold fishes glide by.
I see a swan swimming at a distance.
I think if you.
I close my eyes and
Wake in your arms again.
-Dedicated to W, my love, my life