Dreamcatcher

Each mortal succumbs to sleep,
And as the last eye shuts,
I come alive,
My duty calls.

Each dream they live,
I collect them all,
Each vision they yearn,
I note each one.

By and by, I float-
Tenderly picking each dream,
Along with its swirling mist,
Encased in Silver envelope.

Dreams that sustain our hope,
Dreams that we live for,
Dreams that we close our eyes for-
To live them through,each night.

I know them all,
I own each one,
Each at my mercy,
But safe in my arms.

I live through each one,
But altered,
So that each my come true-
I return them,to their dreamers.

Shilpa iyer

Someone is looking for me,
I can sense a soul,
Lost like my own,
Somewhere in this void.

I can hear the sounds-
I cant make out the words,
I can sense the pain,
And I can feel my tears.

Somone is calling-
Searching for me
I am rooted
I can't help.

I'm wandering apoplectic,
When smoke clouds my mind,
My eyes are burnt raw,
How can I look for you ?

I can hear a call,
A plea to revive death,
Perhaps its a spirit,
If so; I must move on.

Shilpa Iyer

Crossing Over

I can see the tendrils float,
I can sense them leave,
Through my fingers-
And onward.

I sit in on a morose crowd,
Talking of years afore,
And tears adorn those pretty faces
Shivering hands comfort others.

Beguilled of attention thus-
I place my hand over another
To offer solace,but;
As though my comfort means nothing.

And I rise before a mirror,
To see the wall behind my face-
And a hollow realisation dawns-
I am a soul among the living.

Helplessness smothers me,
The longing suffocates,
I wish well, I must take leave
I am an altered insider.

I must join my realm-
Where spirits float by,
Removed, unreachable,
Lonely but mute.

I'll surround myself,
WIth ghosts of friends-
I'll make a new life,
With tendrils of remains.

But-
I'll linger occasionally;
In the land of mortals.

Shilpa Iyer

Rising above the crowd!

Humanity fixes me,
With one large eye,
And sizes me up,casts me away,
I am a misfit.

I do not belong,
Nor conform to newest trend-
Free mind not what sought,
But obeisance to the rules.

My life has meaning,
A glaring mistake,
My being a purpose,
So never shall I fit in.

As humanity's sea swells,
Further it sends me adrift,
No lifeline to anchor,
To restrain from its luring call.

There's no interest
In lives like mine,
Dull and burnished,
Dime a dozen.

This new gang,
Has no middle ground,
No sidewalk for balance,
Just a dusty,traversed road.

Idle chatter bores the mind,
Dulls the edge of the sword.
The mind has lost its throne,
As money talks.

Once you slip through,you'll fit in-
Into its kaleidoscope,
But the truth remains,that this world-
Is nowt but shards of glass.

Shilpa Iyer

All new

I have often wondered about this..all over the place..people around me seem bored, frustrated that the life they have is not quite the life they wanted....ordered ..so it seems! I wonder whether they possess enough intelligence to fathom what they actually want from life, and whether they actually have it all , but just havent seen it yet...Met a couple of people today who go about their lives as though the very thought of living another day in their own skin gives them the creeps.Maybe it does....Why do they try to be somone they arent? what do they want to achieve? It seems to me that no one ..and I totally begin with including myself have a clue how life will turn out eventually anyway...so why beat yourself over the head, go blue in the face trying to fit it into ur perfect scheme , when maybe life just has another way.A friend of mine...pretty wise me thinks said that perhaps the only truth of life that one needs to accept is existence....hmmmm....well take a bow....i believe its true...tht and death are the only things for sure.So why bother....why ruin wht is for wht might be ? .....What hope does one have for a good life, if they cant be happy with how things are now, as they are...not wishing for more days in the sun..or bein taller...or shortet..or having green hair or something...its a thought....a beggining...heres to a beggining!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!