THE SKY, MY SAILCLOTH

The Sky, My Sailcloth
Poem by Sameer Khan

Imagination brings the entire world right beneath your feet. It ignites possibilities only limited by your own mind, and the beauty of this is we don’t have any limits on our imagination. One minute we can be on a safari being chased by lions, and the next minute we can be in a spaceship taking off on a trip to the moon. Imagination is the key to creating the world we desire to live in. So in this poem I have one of my imaginations on how I weave my dreams in those dark nights. 

Afar across the sky,
His gaze spread,
Slating all his imaginations,
Lying on his bed.
These skies were the canvas,
Where he drew his dreams.
His body floated calm,
Amidst his soul’s thousand screams.
His bed was like a boat,
Floating in the sea.
A sea full of past hauntings,
With waves of future’s insecurity.
He saw himself drowning,
It was a visual of his past.
But tempted to help himself out,
Yet, mind saving from heart breaks, vast.
Cause it knows, the last time
He tried saving himself of his past.
He pulled him inside,
And wrecked his heart, aghast.
To get entangled, in the tricks of his past,
He was no more a fool.
He smirked at him, and let him drown,
Whilst he pictured his dreams to rule.