07 October, 2009

Sindbad

He dreamt,

he dreamt of sailing the seas

between the waves he found peace

the vast ocean drew him near

for its depth, he felt no fear

the chill of the winds, gave him fire

to be guided by the stars, was his only desire

the waters gave him solace, like a friend’s talk

but, no passion is achieved without a harsh walk.

His peers were against his idea to freedom

‘dreams are good, reality doesn’t come.’

he was subdued, in every step he took,

‘be practical. Fantasies look good in a book.’

never he got, any support of any kind

‘this path is lit. Why walk blind?’

he was the first, to dream of sailing

and every dream was pushed, ‘neath the fear of failing.

But, he dreamt

no words could break his spirit to sail

who fear could win, when he wrote his own tale

to die gleefully in the ocean, was better than living bounded on land

and he struggled, he fought to gain command

He wanted to live, his life in his way

and to achieve his dream, he worked night and day

Many hands tried, to block his road

but wings of fire raged, when Sindbad strode.

He made his ship and bid farewell

and heard the curses to go to hell

he paid no heed to the people who feared

‘cause he had the blessings of those who cared.

Lowering the sails, he set off to his world

and in moments, the residual discontentment nulled.

He danced with pride and sang with joy

he was as happyas an infant boy.

He lived,

his path was not easy, no meant to be

but it was the path which made him see

life, given once, was to be carved

where no dream in life would be starved

the roads may not be easy, but we can’t accept fall

and trials are what break through the brick walls

We may end in our graves, having achieved nothing

a waste of the power of creation, an insult to our being

No matter how tall the mountain may seem

on top of it awaits the golden beam

aim high we must, in all aspects of life

and live through life, as a constant strive

for perfection and beyond, is the ultimate aim

and in that state of belonging, life’s turmoil becomes a game

So he lived his way, and went beyond

the common path, and common man’s fond

May you also, write your destiny

and your name live like Sindbad’s, through eternity.

- Vishal Gupta

16th September ‘09



This one's quite close to me. It's something about someone really close to me. A boy who knew only one thing, big dreams turn to big reality