My hope is a seed
An entity
having life of its own
seeded in the fertile ground of my imagination
a thought so powerful
Deep embedded in the inner recesses of my heart
Hiding somewhere between the layers
Of meticulously done clothes
All lined up and settled
Capturing my subconscious
Circumcising my world
translating my dreams
in the unmapped terrain
sitting on the periphery
crying out to become reality.
I reap it with my blood
It sucks me of my patience and vigour
I caress it, nurture it
It tightens its rein
Smothers
Filling shallow grooves of mind
Become one with blood, flesh n soul
With sunshine of my heart and an air of awe
It ripens and grow
sabotaging my free will,and a thinking mind
Reaching for every contour
It could find
Time withers it away
Dried leaves sway
Blown by my aspiration,
desiccated n hollowed dreams
Jinxed n perturbed
Hope lies….