[Poem] Dreams

All my dreams
I pushed into a shredder today.
They came out, in innumerable pieces,
confused, mixed, intermingled,
crying, laughing and some pensive.
Yet, the spark in each
same as when they were born.
As my pen scratches this coarse paper
to take you into my psyche,
those pieces,
once again, silently I weave,
for me to be baffled today
and for you to be dazzled,
when tomorrow comes.

Vijay © 19th August, 2005