(New Delhi, India)
I started writing this poem, inspired by a few lines of a poem in Vladimir Nabokov's 'Lolita'. I sought to write about a meteor (or a shooting star). Some peers, however, pointed out, that it sounds more about society's expectations of us, and how we carry them out. ***
Here's the poem -
I carry dreams, and I carry songs,
I am a ball of spirit, a sparkle of light.
I glide my way, no rights, no wrongs;
When I pass, they exclaim, "Oh, how bright!"
You try to hold on, you try to seize me;
I run amok, I freely fall down.
You point and you run, but no one can halt my spree,
I drift along, my destination somewhere deep down.
Some plead, some beg, no dreams I can deny,
I carry the burden and I slowly break,
My tears seem to vanish in the night sky,
And no one seems to hear the sounds I make.
You know nothing of my past, nothing of my tale,
You can only gaze in wonder as I descend to rust,
Even in that, I'll leave behind a beautiful trail,
As proof of a star, which has turned to stardust.