The land of dreams

Like the land of promises, the girl in this poem had a land she loved. Her soul was lingered to that place forever.

 

The moon is not so bright today;

A lantern glimmers from a distant hut

And the air stands motionless.

Silence made this place her home.

Only babbling stood against her, 

As a faint murmur.

 

But this is unusual, this murmur,

The murmur of river Lotus,

Goddess who flowed across the plains of Lamya.

Is that her lament, her heart-felt sob,

For the girl who lost way in her depths?

 

I loved this river right from my childhood.

Grew up making mud houses on its banks.

Played with its white marble-like pebbles,

Cavorted for each fish I caught with my brother.

That was the time I laughed and dreamed,

Indeed, these banks were my second home those days.

 

I was taken from this heaven of mine,

To a world of hustle and bustle,

A world where sky was just a blue square piece,

Between the alpine concrete edifices.

It took so long for me to reach my home back,

To grab the treasures I left here on this bight.

 

It wasn't excitement when I was back,

But a feeling of content and peace

Ringing in my core.

The feeling of being home.

I swam across Lotus like a kid with vigour,

Memories of my joyous childhood swirling,

Happiness sloshing over the brim.

I felt weakness crawling under my skin,

Some skillful eddy on my feet,

Which climbed up and up,

Wrapping around me like a quilt.

Little did I knew I was drowning.

 

Now, here I am, on these banks,

Tranquil, Solemn, Alone.

Eternal bliss makes me float,

Over river Lotus, Over Lamya.

My childhood home,

The land where I laughed and dreamed.

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is kind of soliloquy of a departed soul... the memories of her childhood and life..