Wednesday, August 8, 2012

I was once a dreamer

I was once a dreamer,
I would land only to dance up and away again,
even then only on tip-toe.
Last time, I fell;
my dreams had slipped
unnoticed as I lingered too long on the ground
and on my trip down
I tried to grasp at them
but found only clouds
and hazy grey.
The music, the colors
had faded
and taken my wings away.

Land is less kind,
less vast,
and while I wile my time
strangely weighted to the ground
wondering if my wings will grow back,
my dreams are now tethered lightly to sleep.
I don’t sleep much.

I don’t speak much either.
Putting feelings into sound onto paper
gives me only rough translations.
I skip the process of tongues and go
straight to the fingers
wrapped around this pen.
These fingers that when splayed
resemble the wings I lost.
If I close my eyes
and the dark and the quiet lie with me,
I can turn these writings back into wings.

But stillness grows tired of waiting
and leaves me restless on the ground.


  1. I found this blog off a Tumblr post submitted to South Asian blog about dark skin. I'm Bangladeshi-American, too, and I also write poems. You're awesome and this poetry is really good.

    1. Thank you so much. I am so happy to hear you're sharing your beauty through poetry!

  2. I loved your poem which you submitted onto tumblr- simply beautiful!

    1. That means a lot to me, thank you!