Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Dreams to sell...


Red glow traffic signal powers on,
Deep red rose bunches string held,
Blooming smiling florals in fragile hands,
Bright they were against dusty traffic maze,
Rich so much like warmth on a winter’s day,
Glances caught of her held a few moments,
A brave beauty,
Lonely she seemed,
Wistful she strode,
Standing out against a drab watertight planned day gone by,
We toil for sky high dreams to live on…
She toiled just to sustain life for another day...
Wonder I did at that glimpse…
Flowers she sold for survival,
Trapped in life’s schemes,
Compromises may be for a quarter day’s supper,
Intriguing tired pair of eyes,
Did they also have a dream once..
Were they created void and expressionless…
Were they shattered by the day...
Did she shudder at the thought of night..
Did she sell her dreams...

12 comments:

priya said...

That girls dream lives when she sells off the roses from her hand. That life is tough but they hope they can survive.

Anonymous said...

Profound. You are definitely evolving. Think of it how many of us sell may b are forced to sell dreams?

Dhanush said...

Really touching. Seemz you are evolving gal. From depths of the romantic heart to the heights deep compassion, you poetry is just spell binding.

Endevourme said...

thats real strength naa?
or else i see all gals cribbing on small small things!

Nikhil Kuruvilla said...

Know it will take a lot more to get there, but I am happy I began and this journey is different, I tell myself

Rejil Krishnan said...

Bold topic to write a poem on… appreciating your eyes that see the compassionate too…
They sell their dreams, their lives, and their innocence in an effort to make ends meet..to sustain the gift of survival… some orphaned, some destined, some forced… life trails, how it ends is out of question… They do hv smaller dreams… of better food ...to sleep under a shelter so soothing that they forget the din around, the misery surrounding…
An absolutely nice read…. like a picture, a moving picture… Mumbai isn’t? A land where everyone can dream and achieve it too…btw whr r these pics fm?

Kamesh said...

Hi Seema,

I am back from Korea..
You have been amazingly prolific in recent times.. good going and great stuff as usual..

Though everything is sold these days.. dreams are something that are still to be pursued.. after all, it is what that makes our lives purposeful..

Its definitely sad to see the plight of the less priveleged.. but hopefully they too will find a reason to dream.. and to smile!!

Take Care :)

Jeeves said...

Blog hopping I reached here. This is really touchy one. While they sell dreams, life is a struggle for them.

Nirmal's Blog said...

ohh man u write good poems but i suck big time in that........

so cant write any comment....lolssss

thanks 4 cuming...

Seema said...

Priya - Hope keeps them on too…but I wonder whatz reality there

Anonymous - Thanks…When you talk of people like us..many of those who sell their dreams may not even want to fight it out and convince those who matter..most of them just give in..they loose the battle even before a fight and for them I honestly don’t feel !

Dhanush - Thanks so much…I've a long way to go :)

Endevourme - Yeah she was strong or she would have given up long back..but something kept her going I saw !

Nikhil - Eniku onnum tirinjila ketto ! Manduse

Rejil - Thanks. Ya I am sure they have their lill lill dreamz of survival and hope that keeps them on for another day…
Mumbai :) City that never sleeps! Pics..from google images…just put in the right key words and search for images..you'll find em too:)

Kamesh - Welcome back to the rest of mankind! Many thanks for the kompliments! And I hope the same…and pray too.

Jeeves - No problems as to how you landed up..but its nice to cya here and yes you hit the nail on the head!

Nirmal - No worries…lot of em dnt relate to poetry so its pretty normal…thanks!

sandeep said...

Luved this one!

Jac said...

Dreams are clouds to you , alle ?