A trail of dreams
Waddled through
Falling off the shelves
Scraping... trying in vain
To drift apast
Into the outer world
Peeking through the crevices
Of that chestnut wardrobe
As it travelled through the years
From one home to another
Changing hands and names
Gifting only an invisible pair of feet
To those entrapped dreams
In the form of verses
Inside a quaint little book
Hidden away inconspicuously
In one dark little corner
Till one day
A tiny little silhouette
Climbed into the wardrobe
And gathered the trails
Of the tattered sheets
Into the cups of its hands
And gave them the wings
As they blissfully
Floated down
Like delicate feathers
Down a glass window
The dreams however
Finally took their flight
Towards the clouds
To steal the sky
PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter W.
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.
6 comments:
Always great when dreams take flight and fly high.
The wardrobe reminds me of my grandmother's cupboard. The colour was different. It smelled & still smells great...
I'm flying with the cloud-dreams you created with this beauty Ira. LOVE it with a capital L.
Have I read this one before?
Co-incidentally, my W has wardrobe too. So very Narnia of us:)
Beautiful...towards the clouds to steal the sky...
Old wardrobes are no less treasures. Reading your poem, I imagined a little girl sitting in an ancient wardrobe and searching through the memories of others. Lovely!
For the entrapped, be it in any form, freedom is a wonderful feeling.
I love how your poems have so many layers and interpretations!
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