Your Mind is writing Cheques, Encash!

Dreams washed away by the sparkling water,

She stood all naked amidst the labyrinth of logic,

May be right, may be wrong,

She was happy, may be Not,

Splashing that sparkling water on her face, when,

Oh! She was a Dreamer all over again!

Her dreams were just not splash of colours, pictures scattered here and there,

It was her extended self, a self she applauded, a self she cajoled, a self she wanted to be,

From those dreamy afternoons on the swing,

To those enchanting pictures that the rains bring,

She was a child; she was gaining momentum, still not scarred,

Logic, reasoning, circumstances, doubts were irrelevant, her dreams were still not marred.

The momentum of growing up took speed,

And yielded attacks of barriers, time, doubt, society,

She was engulfed, she had to be,

Right meant crushing those dreams, which the broad sunlight had yet to see,

Leaving the meandering ways, she took the straight road,

The Road less travelled only to Frost, she picked up her luggage where everyone hoard.

Society applauded, she met known faces, her mind all sane, her demeanour all guarded,

While the days went by in the hula-hoop,

The nights scared her,

But with time less, even nights became days,

No fear, no worry, no care

No time to sit, think and stare.

One forlorn afternoon, while battling towards her dos and don’t for the day,

A familiar vision caught her sight,

A young girl on the swing humming ‘Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.....’

She smiled and passed by, still holding her to do list of dos and don’ts,

The day ended, the to-do list was ticked and in the kitchen it was perfectly done ham, 

The night was here, surprisingly it was comforting, for she dreamt and realised Mary did have a lamb.

The morning next was strange, like a memory form the forgotten past,

The maze, meandering ways, labyrinth had all returned,

She smiled while the insanity made home,

She knew where she belonged, where her happiness and achievements will share camaraderie,

It’s then,

She splashed  that sparkling water on her face, when,

Oh! She was a Dreamer all over again!