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Notes on the Lives of Dreams

Years tick away with

their incessant urgency,

days expire in a breath;

There is not world enough

to encompass all that

has been dreamt;

Unrequited dreams are

promises of a future

aborted in the womb;

I am left raging

with the fire

of a thousand unborn Suns.

Get Me To The Dream On Time

Get me to the dream on time,

the one I’ve just left behind,

the one that’ll still be waiting for me

in that somewhere otherplace

kind of space without time

reason or rhyme;

Just get me to the dream on time

and the clocks shall all move on,

up and over and over again,

When I’m there again as if I’d never left,

I never will so I never shall,

so I’ll not ask of anyone to get me

back there to the dream on time,

the one that’s waiting,



that leaves me

The Drunken Lovers’ Song

For all those short wintry days, sheathed under

The soft blanket of the setting sun, they met,

Under the misty halo of twilight.

Their hands clasped, their tongues tied

Under the spell of the faint, blinkings rays

Of the hibernated sun,

Zipped by the pale, urgent moonlight.

They met, they wandered, withered with the moon,

In their own planet, love, the only language of the living.


The sky, a euphoria of lofty colors

Threw sparks upon their faces.

They looked up, and down,

Coiled in each other’s faces, sitting

Rapt beside a drunken, luscious river,

Counting baby faces in the translucent water bodies.

The faces, playful, indolent, unbound, never knowing

The toxins, foul smells, the ground zero of the city.

They laugh, rolling, rippling, flowing,

Tiny petals of music, poetry and love,

Fingers kissing dewdrops, evolving

Into a saga of childhood love,

Twinkling dim, blinking out, withering away.


In a tangle of two souls, spread out

Like a flowered skirt, the drunken lovers

Surrendered their lavender blossoms.

The stale night whispered, venom sprung

Out of the earth’s crust.

And while the green pastures waxed and waned

With the pale, cold moon,

Deadly ghosts spitting misery, trampled over

Their flesh, bones and honeyed dreams.

The drunken lovers and the moon, consumed in embrace

Quivered, fluttered wings  beneath the deadening cacophony.

The river called them out in ripples

And the unwavering smell of love.

And they gripped, grouched in the dark planet,

Love, the only language of the living.


(C) Lopa Banerjee. October 23, 2014

Sleep the sleep

We sleep the sleep of forever

sleep the sleep of here and now ,

and dream the dreams of forever

dream the dreams of here and now ;

When we awake in the here and now

only to dream again the dreams

of forever ,

we slip back into the sleep of forever

to dream again the dreams

of the here and now

where we sleep the sleep


Dreaming on my bed

As I lie on my bed
Thinking of you
My hand touches the water of dreams

My bed drifts slowly on the river of dreams
Where does it take me?
It takes me, there
There where you stand

I look at the blue water as it slowly rushes
Taking me, near you
My heart beats slowly
My tears flow slowly

I am dreaming
My bed stops beside a huge rock
I sit on my bed
I see you
Waiting by the tree

At first you have not notice me
I wait until you look at me
You see me
You smile and rush towards me

You offer your hand
I grab on
As I stand
You help me up

I step on the rock
You envelope me in your arms
As my bed drifts back into my room
Drifts back into reality

If this is a dream
Why do I feel your warm embrace?
Why do I hear your heart beat?
Why do I hear the sound of your breathing?

Moving back a bit
You hold my small hands with you big hands
My hands are like a little girl’s hands
You’re hands are twice as big

You smile at me
No need for words
We walk hand and hand towards a path
A path where we can share our dreams together

I shake my head
We stop
You frown your face
Tears flows down on my face

I run away from you
Run towards the river
The bed returns
I step on my bed

I look at you
You smile at me
I smile back as I wipe my tears
You wave goodbye

I smile again as my bed drifts away
Drifts back into my room
Drifts back into reality

I sit on my bed
I grab the remote and change the channel
I know we will meet again
Next time it will be real