Charred Dreams
Have
you smelt your charred dream?
Developing
steam,
Like
that of boiling tea
In
a lost winter spree.
Have
you followed its whispers?
Counting
numbers,
For
your childhood lover
When
the hide-n’-seek was nearly over.
Have
you felt its nudge?
Shaking
your urge,
To
run far away
From
the corpse of your Mother at the bay.
Well,
here we survive.
Toiling
amidst desks of nine-to-five.
With
a hope
Burning,
Yearning,
That
seems clustered like a beehive.
And,
here we go.
Penning
down petty thoughts in a row.
With
a heart
Beating,
Writhing,
In
stories of grief and woe.
So,
here we rest.
Failing
to take the long-pending test.
With
a voice
Ringing,
Sighing,
Throughout
the perturbed nest.
Yes,
here we breathe.
But
do we live?
With
the smell of the ashes
That
the charred dreams give.
Saheli Ghosh from Kolkata (India, West Bengal), have completed my Masters in English (2016-18) from the University of Calcutta. I have worked as a Contractual Teacher at B. D. Memorial, Kolkata and as an English Language Teacher at the Armenian College and Philanthropic Academy, Kolkata. Currently, I am working as an English Language Teacher at the Ramakrishna Mission Institute of Culture, Kolkata. I am also pursuing B. ED. (English Method) from Loreto College, Kolkata. Ariel Chart is her first literary publication.
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Like a phoenix rising from the ashes you must take charred dreams and turn them into something magical. Success is not destiny. Success is a choice.
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