A Requiem for Vanished Dreams
When life was young
And cheeks were ruddy
Compliments did touch the heart,
Snubs failed to do their part.
Dreams were meant to be
dreamt,
Promises were to be believed in
There was no need to look for reason,
There was no fear of treason.
Life flew along with its own rhyme.
The air inebriated with the scent of rose and thyme.
Mountains of hope,
Molehills of fears
No need to grope
For the hanky
To dry those betraying tears.
It was mountains ,mountains all the way
Of love, passion and solitude held at bay.
Passion transformed into rivulets of sweat
Each rivulet onto rivers, seas and oceans
Flooded life with those inexpressible emotions.
Passions were spent
Mountains scaled
Oceans fathomed,
And what have you?
Roses are fragrant, but the thorns pierce,
So have them cut,
Experience offers the shears.
Mountains no more,
Only rivers, rivers all the way,
Yes, drown your dreams and hopes
And see them washed away.
Its better this way,
I have that small niche,
I watch the wisps of smoke spiraling
From my cup of tea
I don't bother about any cliché,
'Cause I have embraced me.
Welcome, Life !
I've seen the best of you,
I know its me and myself all the way
With lots of love and betrayals few!
~ Chrysalis ~
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