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The Awakening

The sun had dipped

Far beyond the horizon

A few stars peeked

Peevishly like children

The moon hung from the sky

Like a diamond on a coiffure

The earth too seemed to yawn

And the lights of the city went out

Like candles suffocated by a gale

 

Man slept though mankind was awake

It stirred in a heart which beat relentlessly

A mind which refused to die

And sleep which failed to overcome

For slumber was incongruous with him

Yet he failed to comprehend

Why dreams danced upon his terrace

And played upon his being a tune

Whose melody remained an undying echo

 

His eyelids were weary

His body tired

Even the pores of his skin

Could not stifle a yawn

But his being was alert

His mind skipping

Between wakefulness and sleep

Between the conscious and sub-conscious

And reality soon overcame his senses

 

He was not alone in this world

Yet when he slept he was alone

He had companions and companionship

But the war which raged within was his

For in the maze of his mind

And the vividness of his dreams

He had with him nothing but

The fire of ambition

And the yearning for eternal sunshine

 

He yawned and stretched

He sank into the softness of his bed

A light cushion covered his bemused visage

A satin quilt hugged his flesh

But his mind soared

His emotions roared

Though tears stole down his eyes

And wet the cloth about him

Making him exhale a wanton sigh

 

He spoke to his loneliness

Shared his fears

And soon realized

That an empty glass cannot be filled

Yet the heart when broken

Is strangely filled

With a humble prayer

Faith in belief

And the power to dream

 

A band of crimson appeared

Along the eastern edge

The stars went out

And sunshine tread

Into his room

And filled his soul

For in his dreams

He had found himself

And the power of undemanding love

 

He now would no longer walk

The footsteps of the living dead

For his past would not haunt him again

But give unto his today

The stolen moments of yesterday

And his tomorrow would beckon

Not with reckless pain

But with the memories of that which was

And the love which would win again.

~Vikram C~

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