Dream for 2010
Another calendar rolls over, and dies
Another generation is born, and cries
Y2K is a distant, almost forgotten memory, we have Y2K+10 at hand!
10 years into a millennium once believed to be impossible
and we wait for the dreadful date the Maya hung upon us
December 21, 2012, all calendars would die, or so said they
Fear not my blog, for even in the dreams “beyond the mortal coil”
I shall, in those unseen times, tick over thy pages, year after joyful year
Perhaps then would not be some lazy rant, or broken verse
but the continuing melody of unending hours
the mind, freed from all other maladies and phobias
would bask in the enjoyment of unknown delicacies
and would conjure up flavors hitherto untasted
Oh, a thought drags me back to the mortal present
One family now grows into two, and that denizen of the same womb
sister dearest will soon adorn another household with her grace
a happy occasion that will mark this year in our minds
off we go to the bazaar, buy an year’s load of festoons
let the whole street know of the occasion awaited
its time for sweetmeats, for gossip,
for rice grain blessings and eagerly opened gifts
let the season passes, from winter unto summer
onto the monsoon of bridal tears, Godspeed
and then, let the year slow down, and relax in the autumn afternoons
Only then, let it take stock of itself, and only then, dream of what can be
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