Dreams Inc.

Dreams Inc.

A Poem by Siddhartha Chatterjee
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Absurd reality.

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I walk past the ninth stone when the world sleeps with clones,

Enchanting are the lights, when the dead marries a tomb,

I kiss the dark and grope for the pills, when vision is lost in the haze,

Rising from the ethereal blues the night sinks in gloom - 


You lie in your bed with cigarettes and love, stuck in a misty storm

When your soul dangles from the roof of life, and strokes your lost pride - 


I smile again inside the burnt cage, with a little spilt rum,

When I find you staring back at me through the tilted and glossy mirror,

You clutch the silence, you keep the vows, over a quick and painless push,

It was six in the morning and the bed was cold, when breakfast and shame was served - 


On that desolate night, you had felt the moon, and brought the glaciers down,

You played the music, you swam the seas, the day the seas were dry.


So, I'm on the road holding hands with killers, and trying to light a fire,

And I walk the greater lengths beyond the purple sky where enchanting are the lights.

© 2019 Siddhartha Chatterjee


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There is an ethereal tone to this dream like piece which gives it a morbid flavour amidst the excellent terms and phrases that allow the mind of the reader to visualise and interpret the dream.

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Siddhartha Chatterjee
Siddhartha Chatterjee

Toronto, Canada



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