DREAM AND TORMENT OF A WAKING MAN

In the midst of night, I woke up from fear

tears were rolling down my eyes ,all I could see was scary twilight,

Suffering from eternal pain and crying blatantly for hours in vain.

But Like a mortal onto life, I'm clinging to the last ray of sunshine.

Even if the catastrophe drowns me, I'll rise like the ashes of phoenix above me

Like a wildfire I'll spread the word, for THE HOPE is unearthed.

Hope is what is keeping me alive ,

giving me strength to fight, making me realize it is indeed the wheel of life.

I am surviving because of it , and continuously escaping the city of woe

As the sunrays have gradually started to bestow,

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

As the things were going fine, all of a sudden a thought struck my mind,

That in reality all these bright emotions of hope pertains to something which has not yet transpired.

What if I just find hope pleasurable, but when it will be defeated

Again I will be shattered by bleaking dawn.

It is not fantasy what we live in ! all we hope cannot always come true.

In reality , it could be worst of all evils , prolonging the torments of a man and let him once again enter the city of woe.

Out of the blue, a drop of tear rolled down my hand , bringing my concious to reality, back again in twilight.

Being embittered by all these antithetical thoughts , I consummated

All these bright hopes actually ignited the fire of light but the downsides of hope could drag me back to dreadful night.

This night might be glooming but it has actually left me enlightened,

that we all should hope for as it is the wheel of life , but do so judiciously!