Lost

 

I stood amid that vast dry land,

Nothing to be seen than an array

Of silver pampas grass-

Swaying in the breeze,

As if dancing to a melancholic tune...

I lay on that dried grass;

Watching the blue sky,

Welcoming twilight;

Whimpering in silence as darkness fell,

With an ache deep in heart

For the lost moments that never happened.

Yes, dreams are only dreams...

A host of fireflies lit the night,

Lost dreams and me watching them,

Giggling through the dark…

The pampas grass being lit up

Like a Christmas night by the lightful flies,

Still swaying in melancholy; 

And me, lost!