Swathi NarayanaOnce upon a time,
among the dusty
recesses of my mind,
lived a silent desire.
It hid within itself
the seeds of change
and glowing wings of
imagination and faith.
It tapped at my soul
night and day.
The hunter finally
caught its prey.
The desire bloomed
into a full blown dream.
Entangled in its web,
I watched it gleam.
From shadows of the night,
I brought it into light.
Told everyone I loved
in rapture and delight.
Nightmares then came,
people with their doubts.
Could I survive this?
Wasn’t I just a tiny sprout?
Some called me foolish,
others called me vain.
They said it was unrealistic
and can never be attained.
The fear of failure stared,
I tried to hold fast.
But my courage stumbled
as wobbly was my mast.
I gave up my efforts one day
and asked my dream to leave.
Said this was impossible and
I was foolish to believe.
But it refused to go,
became a gnawing pain.
A large hopeful tree with
roots running deep in my brain.
I finally saw the truth
when I looked into the mirror.
I was the only hurdle,
everyone else had disappeared.
The frustrations and limitations
were all in my mind.
As my vision became clear,
erased were the lies.
I knew I had to chase this
no matter how crazy it looked.
I was the dream,
the dream was me
and
I was permanently hooked.
I set out on the adventure
with hope and belief packed.
Boldness and discipline decided
to join my gunny sack.
The terrain is slippery as I trudge,
forever ready to take me down.
But I am living my bliss today
blind to all these letdowns.
I am proud of me
and who I have become.
This is the dream
I never want to wake up from.
Because
I would rather die
having sincerely tried
than quit this world
with my dream still inside.
