A Prisoner in My Dream


He is running from bullets
Jumping and falling into ditch
He is struggling to walk
He is somewhere lost…

Someone is chasing him
Someone is trying to touch him
Yet, he is there struggling
His legs were freezing
His body was numb
His heart was heavy
He is struggling to run…

The air was little bad that night
The hour of darkness wasn’t leaving him.
He is trapped somewhere…
It was a dream inside a dream.
   
He is running from bullets
Jumping and falling into ditch
He is struggling to walk
He is somewhere lost…

He can see blurred images,
An old town and strangers all around.
He is no more running from bullets
No more jumping and falling into ditch
But he is struggling to walk
He is somewhere lost…

The darkness began to fade
As he was interrupted
The table clock rings…
And his hands were no more in his chest

The air was little bad that night
The hour of darkness wasn’t leaving him.
He was trapped somewhere…
He was dreaming inside a dream….


12 comments:

  1. Reminded me of the story "Sniper" by a very famous author.... O'Henry perhaps!

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  2. very true...that's one of my fav short stories...
    I must say pallav dats a real dramatic dream..

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  3. @Rakesh…It feels great when wonderful people like you come and read my poetry. Comparing my poems with O'Henry’s work is so flattering. I really love to hear more from you. Keep visiting dejavu...

    @Xeennia…Dramatic Dream is what aptly describes this poem in two words.

    @Tarun…Thanks for your short yet sweet comment!

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  4. Anonymous5:21 AM

    goog writing

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  5. Wow! Pallav - your statement makes me feel elated......but I feel I don't deserve such an honourable credit! I'm just another somebody - a nobody rather!

    Keep writing! God bless you!

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  6. I recall reading a poem similar to this one...reminds me of the fugitive!
    Yay!

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  7. Absolutely amazing poem...I had started imagining the sequence of the poem in sepia tones.

    The ending takes the cake. Thanks for voting for my post :)

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  8. @Lazy Pineapple...Thanks for visiting and reading my thoughts, thanks for appreciating and promoting my feelings. Thanks for loving it and imagining my poem in sepia tones...It feels great :)

    @Hiya...Thanks for reading and comparing my poetry with a classic.

    @Rakesh...There are people who read, smile and go away. There are some who loves to gaze mutely and there are some people who love to appreciate work of art and beauty and that's Rakesh- all about! Thanks brother...Keep visiting my blog :)

    Blessings

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  9. The youth in me used to speak to me for long when we'd just been together and alone...yes, of dreams...and, I believed him...and I learned to dream beyond what dreams would have dared to venture out in my soul, passion, past and future...and we kept on hearing each other till it all turned into a pale past of solitude...and I thought my maiden thought of life--all alone then...of dreams that are only real in me...
    I remain only in dreams...and beyond? I just evaporate...
    Adorable expressions !
    Regards,

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  10. I loved the surreal touch in the poetry, the darkness and the futile endeavour to get rid of that, have been portrayed very well... :-)

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