I spent my life in daydreaming
While I was boy and saw movies
Love and romance absorbed my soul
To be a hero was my goal
I dreamt I was a super-star
Like Raj Kapoor or Dilip Kumar
Excelled in fame
My acting as well as my name
Every movie in which I worked
was marked as box-office success
Highly applauded in the press
Millions of my fans were so keen
and mad to see me on the screen
While I was a college student
Literature was my pet subject
I dreamt I was a well-known poet
My poetry won zillions of hearts
The title of Poet Laureate
That I received in early age
Throughout the world was accepted
Gave a surprise to every poet
Fascinated by orators
I dreamt I was an orator
While I addressed, there was always pin-drop silence
Was totally spellbound my audience
I dreamt I flew an aeroplane
That was soaring at awful heights
No pilot could ever think of
One day I did stroll on the moon
Therefrom talking on telephone
With all my friends
Sending various worldwide errands
When I was young, heart throbbed
for the queen of my heart
None on the earth was more beautiful than my darling
Paragon of beauty and gorgeous
You won't believe
Our honeymoon was so charming
that continued for thirty months
While I am in bad need of finance
I frequently find a briefcase
Full with prize bonds and currency notes
Amazingly I burn my boats
Dreams that are products of my brain
relieve me of a lot of pain
But I pray thee don't laugh at me
Do not call me as Sheikh Chilli
Do not think me as abnormal
Everything with me is normal
That Deborah speaks of so fairly
So eloquently
Copyright©2001
Writers are full of dreams. It is terribly sad to burn boats, if I get your meaning correctly. I've been burning some of mine, as well...but, am also finding myself closer to peace and reality and spirituality...perhaps some dreams are a phantom's trance, just to keep us from other things/people...