Written for 3WW prompts : Carnage, Jerk, Puncture..
No More Fear of Jerks..
“Hey don’t let my ego
Get punctured ever, protect it
Else, you won’t be able
To see my bruised ego
Going on a rampage
Wreaking a Carnage
Killing your dreams …,”
The voice trailed off..
I suddenly found myself
Waking up as I felt
A kind of jerk to my body
Ah, heap of my dead dreams
What would it look like
Oh, didn’t he talk about
Dreams which revolved around him
And that’s when I realised that
I could pick-up bundles of
Brand new ones
Unaffected by his colossal
The thought made me feel at peace
And I quietly went back to sleep…
RS : )
'bundles of new dreams'..I love that thought..the most important packages we can bear..JaeReplyDelete
Great depth in this. Excellent.ReplyDelete
Changing the dream always important when nightmares call.ReplyDelete
What an interesting way to use the word "carnage". "Killing you dreams..." Well done.ReplyDelete
This is so beautifully expressed.ReplyDelete
I often have to 'kill' a bad dream, then try and find a better one in renewed sleep.
Ramesh, you have spoken for so many of us, who have let others with bigReplyDelete
egos, take up too much of our thoughts.
Very meaningful and well told RS!! The poem here opens with a big bang to jerk anyone out of their reverie!! Like the peaceful end!!ReplyDelete
"I could pick-up bundles of
Brand new ones"
is very reassuring!!
Simply beautiful Ramesh....ReplyDelete