Sunday, July 27, 2014

The Merchant Of Dreams.

Rickety rackety, the carriage tumbled,
Rickety rackety, the clocks spun,
Down the mud road, rode he,
Clad in white rode he.

Dreams for sale, Dreams for sale,
And for you, damsel in distress, a jug of ale.

Paint with brush stroke of luck, 
And a chiseled plan, when the luck trails,
A drop of the red envy, for those who fail,
A splash of purple pride, for the winner.

Dreams for sale, Dreams for sale,
Turn your life colorful, from dusty pale.

Watch me as I make your dreams true,
With a handful of sugar coated lies,
And a spoon full of ways to live by,
Watch me as I make your dream, come true

Dreams for sale, Dreams for sale,
Trade in adventure for your sorry tale.

A dash of remorse for the days you lose,
Shimmered in with distress and cure,
An Icing of all the pain you will endure,
Look I made your dream come true.

Dreams for sale, Dreams for sale,
Exchange your hopes for a coffin and a nail

"Twelve ounce of dreams for me sire",
"What would you pay with, my dear son",
"I have these", a bag full of innocence,
Oh I sell dreams, and to you I will sell them.

2 comments:

Freaky said...

Good picturization of the merchant!!
And FYI,you trade much more than innocence with him ..

But still he gives hope above all ,even during despair ,although its momentary.

Ravenclaw said...

You can literally hear the merchant's call- the poem is so evocative. dreaming, achieving that dream and disillusionment all have been dealt with beautifully. specially the "coffin and a nail" part strikes a chord with all- there is no one who has dreamed and worked hard to achieve it who would dare disagree. Dreams take away your youth, your innocence and sap your strength, leaving you bitter and disillusioned or "purple" with pride. its cynical but such a true picture. Wonderful. powerful and packed. this certainly make the reader pause and think.