A living Dream

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                 A living Dream

 

My life! Were it a mystery or dream?

Or just a shadow it as it would seem,

At snail’s pace I crawled in bright sun,

And vanished in the dark; what a fun!

 

A burning candle; flaring flames high,

Soaring high and with the angels vie,

Infinite cosmos, I were a paltry soul,

Ends were endless; where’s my goal?

 

A spark I was that wore a mortal veil,

Fire that were; set against cruel gale,

A flicker and then the spurts of light,

A battle betwixt, ‘twas a pitched fight.

 

Little voice had warbled high but soft,

O my meditation! It had soared aloft,

A volcano exploded, in my tiny frame,

Engulfing me whole, in a raging flame.

 

My meditation or one serious thought!

Against impediments, it bravely fought,

The grueling strife, were distanced afar,

On the horizons; it lurked above a star!

 

 

 

Cobbled together but, seams were so frail,

Alack! I were abandoned, to a raving gale!

O destiny! Why a heart were torn asunder,

A bang had thundered; I eyed the wonder.

 

Were it a dream forgot, at break of dawn,

Or a flash yonder, that had stealthily gone,

Above the horizon, I had journeyed alone,

In the vacuity; aye limitless and unknown!

 

A hope, that had mysteriously flown away,

Were it like a chaperon? That brakes away,

I were abandoned, alone to trackless vales,

Timeless odyssey, and peak I were to scale.

 

O sweetest life! How dost thou come here?

In a mortal frame, thou had beholden dear,

A gentle gale blew, ‘twixt the left and right!

Which is the door to open? O ghastly night!

 

O my dream! What avails, the ecstasy forgo?

Very delight of my lot, enwraps earthly woe,

So sweet is the death; dying to deathless life,

Spirits lined up in sky, to crown gone by strife.

 

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, November 18, 2025

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