1.
My Little River, Rhyme
-Have
I ever told you about a river?
-Which
river?
-
The river flowing in a magical symphony, down the valley of my village. I call
it Rhyme.
-Is
that a part of your dream too?
-Yes,
but more real than the rivers I came across in my another world what you call
‘real’.
-What
do you do with that one?
-Kind
of a place: serene, quiet and beautiful that I usually love to take resort to
in a rough day. I can spend hours together just by sitting by the river while
watching the flow of crystal clear water: blue like an ocean.
-When
did you meet her?
-In
one of my wayward wanderings deep down the wilderness. I was in search of a
shade of ashen clouds in a hot summer noon and was following a gentle breeze with
the smell of a faraway jasmine and an enchantingly beautiful song of the
dancing water which seemed to be flowing on for a date with a nearby bay. The
coastal part is yet to be undiscovered though.
-Haven’t
you got that far yet?
-
Couldn’t make it. It always took me hours of trekking along a long mountainous
way to get to my favorite tree by the bank of the river. Which is where I
always get stuck by. And it always starts drizzling as soon as I get under the
caring shelter of its branches. Couldn’t just resist the idea of dropping down
my tired soul and giving it a break from weaving layers after layers of a
delusional dream.
I’ll
talk to you in another dream. Feeling terribly sleepy now after a week long
sleepless night, without a nightingale to escape with …
2.
Raining on the Rhyme
I was talking to you
The other night
In another dream
In a delusional light
About my little river
Rhyme,
Flowing down a broken valley
From a wuthering
height.
On my way back home
From the melting colors
of time
I caught sight of
A tiring twilight
From the falling Rome.
And that was when
I winged back
To my unfinished dream
Of the Rhyme in the
rain
With the petals of my
draining pain.
But the tree was not there
anymore
And the branches were
all gone.
The drizzling was a
little heavier;
But the jasmine kept
flowing on.
And it was time to move
on
Along the dancing river
To weave the destined
bay;
For we both needed a
beach
And an infinite blue to
reach.
But, I was not sure
If I could set the
wings free,
Or the stream could
make it to the sea;
For the dreams are not
always
Flowing like a fluting
autumn tree
To take you wherever
you wanna be…
But, I kept walking
along Rhyme,
My lovely little river
in a rain
To set my floating
dream free
And to let my fading
soul
Fetch the blue from the
sea…
3.
Rhyme Keeps Flowing on…
The road was narrow,
hard and wild,
With upward and
downward slopes
And I used to take that
thoroughfare
With all my melting
infant hopes.
And I used to sprint
past
The hundred meter long dread
Piercing through a gray graveyard
In the heart of the wayward woods,
For there was a long
tree
With the smell of
roasted beans;
For there was an untold
tale
Of a pale-haired witch,
as old as Tiresias
With the truths and its
trail.
But, there was a river
at the end...
With all those messed
up visions
In the whirlwind
Of my frantic teenage
dreams
I used to run past the
woods,
The carefree graveyard
in shades
Of the autumn yellow
streams;
I used to chase down
The tempting scary
thrills
To be in the flow of
The miles long corn
fields
With the soothingly
mysterious wind
Flowing in from
somewhere unknown,
From a different time,
untamed.
But the river was not
Rhyme,
But the seed was so
fervently sowed.
And now my little river
Rhyme
Keeps showing up
In my many layered
dreams;
For, now I can weave
All those silenced
shrieking pains
Into the dreams of a
summer rain,
For, now I can change
The smell of roasted
beans
Into the drizzling of
jasmine;
For now the river in my
childish dream
Don’t get stuck in the
charm of a terrain;
For, now the Rhyme
keeps flowing on
All the way towards my
blue ocean.
©Atique R.
