Dreams on the Racks

Running helter-skelter
To keep life’s clock ticking
No time to stop and stare
No intention to breathe
Life or existence- I ask myself
We- Apathetic robots.
Success defined by money
And failure by emotions
A suited, booted, tired crowd,
Walking with mobiles and laptops
We whiz around in those flashy cars
But we won’t stop to let the old lady cross,
Or stop the li’l urchin from crying.
We won’t stop to look at the rain,
Unless it gets us a traffic jam.
We won’t stop to feel the winter chill
Unless it stops our nightlife
We won’t feel the summer sizzle,
Well- we have our air conditioners
Family too far away…
Long-forgotten cousins and relatives.
Life is a clock…
We let it tick with the same pace…
Wishing we could turn it back
And the live the days we hurriedly passed.
And we realize, it is too late…
To pursue, those dreams
Which we kept on the dusty racks
Of our old cupboards.
Those sketches and paintings.
Those lyrics and poems…
Our monotony broken
Only by the iridescent memories
Of the dreams on the racks