All The Ingredients Of A Mediocre Dream

The poet speaks of the ordinary dreams of an ordinary woman - a home with all its ordinary trappings, that are now lie unused.

The poet speaks of the ordinary dreams of an ordinary woman – a home with all its ordinary trappings, that are now lie unused.

Blue curtains

Lie crumpled on the floor,

Like the remains of a dream.

They are not needed any more

To adorn the windows,

To prevent the glaring sunlight

From entering the bedroom.

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They are not needed any more,

For nobody inhabits the house any more.

The balcony lies empty,

Untidy,

For nobody cared to clean it.

Once someone wanted to

Deck it with potted plants.

Windows with blue curtains,

Balcony with potted plants,

Modular kitchen,

Branded water-purifiers –

All the ingredients of a mediocre dream

Breath their last,

For nobody cares for that dream now.

Mediocre dreams are like plants,

Needing someone to water them,

To care for them.

But I have traded them

For achievement.

And my fragile mediocre dreams

Failed to withstand

The glare of brilliance.

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Swagata Tarafdar

An engineer by education, I am a civil servant by profession. A doting mother. An avid reader. I try my hand at writing as and when ideas tussle inside my head. read more...

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