The Magic Lamp
He met a seer who told him,
he was going to get a magic lamp
elated beyond words, he daydreamed in bliss
Dancing back and forth with elaborate tiffs
on what he should wish for
He was high as a kite on fancy
Laughing and crying ...
Days passed, anxious moments
Waiting, cursing,
alternating currents of hope and despair
tore him apart
Then one day a glimmer of hope
The seer at a distance with a lamp in his hand
He bolted towards him
Running, slipping, crashing,
Wings of fancy
Lifting him up
He ran and he
ran
The seer tauntingly walked away from him
The man increased his pace
He was passing his school building
His friends called him
He didn’t stop
He ran past his college
His friends cheered him
But he didn’t thank them
The faster he ran the farther the seer got
He didn’t stop to greet his boss and colleagues
He ran and he ran
He saw his love waiting for him on the park bench
He waved to her
He was tempted to stop
But laboured ahead
not a soul to be found.
Nobody by his side...
And the seer had
stopped
to look back
He was laughing at him
He felt like a fool....
he was going to get a magic lamp
elated beyond words, he daydreamed in bliss
Dancing back and forth with elaborate tiffs
on what he should wish for
He was high as a kite on fancy
Laughing and crying ...
tripping, jolting him out of stupor
no sign of
the magic lamp Waiting, cursing,
alternating currents of hope and despair
tore him apart
The seer no more to be found,
he held on the prophecy
life too bleary
dreams zestful
He chose blindly to stumble upon
The seer at a distance with a lamp in his hand
He bolted towards him
Running, slipping, crashing,
without a care in the world
He ran and he
ran Wings of fancy
Lifting him up
The seer tauntingly walked away from him
The man increased his pace
He was passing his school building
His friends called him
He didn’t stop
He ran past his college
His friends cheered him
But he didn’t thank them
The faster he ran the farther the seer got
He was getting
tired
The seer was
right ahead of him
but eluded his grasp
Then he came to
his work place He didn’t stop to greet his boss and colleagues
He ran and he ran
He saw his love waiting for him on the park bench
He waved to her
He was tempted to stop
But laboured ahead
Running still...
His legs ached
He was very tired,
exhausted, weary, limp
He couldn’t move anymore
He wished for
someone to help him not a soul to be found.
He was all alone
forsaken, adrift, disconsolateNobody by his side...
to look back
He was laughing at him
He felt like a fool....
truly beautiful
ReplyDeleteThank you so much...
DeleteTo take in every moment is a blessing bestowed on only a few...most dont have an eye and the rest don't have the heart ......if you find someone ..just keep them like a treasure
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True dear...I have been struggling with this too inspite of the many blessings I have . Everyday I have to make a conscious attempt to look at the bright side...This blog is part of that initiative...
ReplyDeleteTruth written so beautifully..makes me wonder why inspite of realizing this, most of us aren't really able to come to terms with it..
ReplyDeleteyeah ...we are in a race all the time...
DeleteThank you for your comments :)
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