Still Not Tired

Thousands of dreams

With the salty little streams

Clubbed beneath the eyelids

As precious as pearls and beads

With the pressure of time

And the forgotten rhyme

Of every passing age

And happenings of each stage,

Some are complete

And some half-built,

Some precious pearls

Are broken and lost

And can never retreat

To their abode at any cost.

The pores are inoperable

The loss is irreparable

Wishes are often fired

The eyes are still not tired

Of minding the layers of dreams.

With episodes of prayers and screams

The eyes have become deeper

And desires even steeper.