the end of dreams

All the dreams were crushed

the moment I finished talking

The dreams which did not

stop even when I had given up,

the dreams which transformed

into fantasies when I managed

to squeeze myself into an empty corner

or found my own space – often

in the middle of chaos and screams,

the dreams which filled me

with warmth and hope,

the dreams which came

when I was not talking to you

and some times after we talked

But now – after a dry-

business-like conversation

between two friends who

have years behind them

and perhaps also ahead of them

the dreams simply ceased to appear

Text and Photo: Sanchita C 2013

Shadow

A shadow –

of thought

of imagination

of love

Tormenting

Distracting

Comfounding

This wasn’t meant to be

I wasn’t meant to fall

Make me bleed

Make me forget

Don’t let it happen

Those fantasies –

Make them stop!

Let the empty mind be –

Don’t fill it up

With garbage

Which destroys

Time and soul

But oh!

The thoughts

The dreams

The hopes

A little light

Burning somewhere

Makes life alive!