You sense a dream
Rising out of the smokescreen
An idea, a word
A thought unripe;
But before you can take a close look
You let go
And it melts away from view –
An icicle in the summer
A child on a railway platform
Drowning in the rush of voices in your head
Pushed and pulled by fast paced deadlines
The clamor of a red signal
The cacophony of necessities.
Till one night,
When you find yourself awake
Cradling the corpse
Of a half-forgotten dream,
A forsaken word,
A drop of sanity.
Serendipitous Rambling 