I kept my dreams in a wooden box,

And nailed the lid so tight,

I tried to walk away from my shadow,

And ran into a room so dark,

I denied the wind that I can feel it,

And held water in my palm,

My home echoed and felt strange,

The words I spoke were unknown.

And I thought that walls will shrink,

But I could not escape from an open room,

I was jailed though had freedom rights,

It was suffocating though the window wasn’t closed,

I saw colors draining away and begged them to stay,

Then I saw that wooden box sitting on a dusted table,

And realized that it was not my dreams that were chained,

I saw myself lying there in the box, half dead,

And as I struggled to open the lid, my hands bled,

My heart pounded so hard, I gasped so often,

How tight was the lid, I felt strange for what I did,

But when it finally opened, sunshine hit me,

I felt a breeze and the room was brimming,

I embraced my dreams, but indeed hugged myself,

I was back, breathing to life, happily living!

Dated: 29^th may, 2008.

Keshie Singh