Fragmented Dreams..
Yesterday,
he collected his dreams, some fragmented dreams, and headed north,
where he belongs. Old and cold was the road, but did he have choices?
Deserting dark cities and ending up in others! Burying old pain and
growing another!
Yesterday, he collected his dreams; some
fragmented dreams, and headed north, where he belongs. Small eyes he
recognized, funny and innocent like old times. But he! He looked cranky
and old, belonging to nowhere! Sometimes he misses his past, but his
past, does it miss him?
Once he wrote a note: he wanted to be
buried up the hill. He would send the city his evening greetings and pay
tribute to the home-comers. It was just another fragmented dream that
would remain a dream.
Southampton
Yomna