Angry gusty winds blow away <br />the sand-castle, I had once built <br />with sea-shells of love <br />and conches of care! <br />Window panes of my dream-house <br />keep rattling in the dark stormy night <br />and shatter into <br />myriad worthless glass-pieces. <br /> <br />Silver-scimitar of Lightening <br />strikes across the black skies - <br />like a photographer <br />snapping pictures with flash-gun <br />and clicks black-and-white snapshots <br />of my rainbow-hued dreams <br />that have faded with time! <br /> <br />My dog-like faithful shadow follows <br />the last ray of sinking sun, <br />panting in the sultry sands of Sahara, <br />while I roll insanely <br />after licking the last drops of moisture off <br />the thorns of cactus plant! <br /> <br />Though I suffer from cancer of words, <br />I have come a long way <br />to make the silence sing… <br />So, let me close my eyes <br />and let my dreams die <br />a premature death… <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright ©2008 Bharat B. Trivedi<br /><br />Bharat Trivedi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-die-2/
