Testament of a hopelessly hopeful dreamer

autumn leaves

I have left those paths behind.

Those paths redolent of dreamy mornings

When a half-awakened consciousness precluded hope.

 

There were times when I turned to them,

To where once a story that had begun in innocence

Was sheathed in autumn leaves and slowly frozen to death.

 

On one of those early mornings

When insight played games with present reality,

You were there on the path, waiting for me to come.

 

I came across as a stranger, who was familiar,

As a future unknown, yet anticipated so much

That it didn’t surprise when it did come.

 

Those paths redolent of misted reality

Now trail at the back, and before me the clear light

Of dawn breaks. Now I wake to my dreams and live in them.

 

© Vidya Venkat

 

Published by Vidya Venkat

Ph.D. candidate in Anthropology at SOAS, London. Formerly, journalist at The Hindu, Chennai.

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