Like a joy ride under an oven,
a man maneuvers a steamroller
towards his dream --
nightmare, for what more
has he to roll after reaching
the end?
Like the graceful sight of an angel
fish devastated by the thought
of touch, so is his dream.
Author's Notes/Comments:
"The thought sometimes will occur to him that the road almost does lead somewhere, and that the destination it leads to is less important than the procress of making it, and that the chief thing is to save the well-rounded child from despising any nearing, and so giving way to the fatal idleness."
"May it not be that he loves chaos and destruction because he is instinctively afraid of attaining his object and completing the eddifice he is constructing? Who knows, perhaps he only loves that eddifice from a distance and is by no means in love with it at close quarters; perhaps he only loves building it and does not want to live in it."
- Fyodor Dostoevsky (from Notes of Underground)
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Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
a good and impressive poem..love the idea and the way you did... i am peace wisher poet with 6 books and here is one of my famous say for love-based peace .you will like and record it ...( a friendly smile is the best wapon of war to fight with..afzal shauq ) hope you go through my poems too... to know if they touch your heart and soul??