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rida wrote:Little Drops Of Water
Dreams are like those
Drops of water
Barely hanging on your fingertips
Reflecting you
As if they were round mirrors
And then,
Dancing on your fingertips slightly(Like the wind chimes fluttering by the touch of curious wind)
They shimmer for a moment(fooling you they could wriggle into reality)
And slip down
Dissecting into
A million tears(Like your heart when you realise they were just fairytales)
They fall lightly
Into the white-tiled basin
Slowly swallowed by
The drain(Like hope as it is devoured by reality)
They travel down
The mouldy pipe
Little bits of green algae
Sticking here and there(Those little bits of hope born by people who dared hope again)
They crouch through the dark alleyways
Of the pipe
Anticipating the end(Like you did when you picked up the needle to sew them into reality)
And they meet the end
Almost abruptly(Like your heart had done when the world rejected your dreams)
They fall down lightly
With a tiny plop
Into the cemetery(Where hundred other dreams were buried)
They sink deeper
Floating lightly
At the bottom(Like you wanted to when you were abandoned by others for voicing your thoughts)
And they glimpse at the
Little rays of green light
[filtered green from the algae-infected waters of million other dreams]
They dissolve in the water
Miscible in hopelessness
They shiver
And smile
Penned down slowly into
Your own little book of history
Dreams are like those
Drops of water
That evaporate from
the cemetery
Weaving themselves into
a fluffy cloud
Of endless possibilities
And
when the time comes right
They fall down lightly
Right into the lap of
Reality
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