Poetry

Different dreams – A poem

My dreams were small, never so big
When you show a big dream, I don’t know what to do with it

I never dreamt for a car, or any vehicle to own
I loved going by bus or walk as far as I could go
Any car, whichever size, was just a box with wheels for me
When you buy me a big car, I don’t know how to react to it

I never dreamt of diamonds or any glittery things
High priced compressed carbons were never part of my dreams
Pretty they are, but just shiny stones for me
When you gift me a diamond necklace, I don’t know how to take care of it

I did dream of a house, just enough, not too big
A few connected rooms to stay together in
Big houses create gaps, that’s what I always felt
When you buy me a bungalow, I don’t know how to stay in it

Everyone’s dreams are different, everyone’s views too
When dreams begin to clash, I don’t know how to deal with it

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2 Comments

  • Reply
    indrani robbins
    June 25, 2019 at 8:28 am

    loved it. especially, in the current context where markets, sellers of this and that, are practically dictating our dreams to us. that point about the too big house, couldn’y agree more.

    • Reply
      DurgaS
      July 15, 2019 at 7:37 pm

      Thanks. True, every little thing is commercialised nowadays. Being simple is apparently not enough. Why prosperity has all these complex chapters in it? Happiness requires no conditions. 🙂

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