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There’s a road, ahead of the last lamppost.

by Ashok Sharda

There’s a road

Ahead of the last lamppost.



Have you ever been there?



No one goes

No one knows.



Sliding out of my dreams

I had this glimpse

Landing right on this road

Which was illuminating on its own

The time had virtually stopped

Prompting me to walk unwalked

Aloof, aware and bewildered

I walked unwalked

From nowhere to nowhere.

Since there wasn’t anywhere

It was there, just there

Irrelative, unseen, everywhere.




Alas! This turned out to be yet another dream

My legs, used to the beaten streaks,

Brought me back into my old dreams.



Though Passive and inert

But having seen the glimpse

Now I keep on dreaming

Of walking out of the dreams.



Have I lost all the possibilities of being?



I can, I know, still arrive

Step, in step with the time

But the life situations are distracting

Nature unrelenting

And time is so illusive that

When I think

I am step in step with it

I find, in the end

That I remained inert, all through it

Where as it has completed its run

Living me stranded

Within the four walls of my dreams.



Will some body some day

Hold my hands

And lead me

To this unknown road

Ahead of the last lamppost?



No one goes

No one knows.



There’s a road

Ahead of the last lamppost.

01/11/2004

Author's Note: Its just a coincidence that we decided to write on the same theme with the same title. If you are interested in reading the other poem visit Alejandra Dotb'slibrary

Posted on 01/11/2004
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by J. P. Davies on 01/11/04 at 09:21 AM

Very thought provoking, aren't dreams strange places?

Posted by Anne Engelen on 01/11/04 at 04:37 PM

what a great read. very thought provoking indeed

Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/11/04 at 09:17 PM

This beautiful poem gives me a feeling of longing and lonliness, but it also says to me that there is always the choice to be here now, to stay on the present road, ready for what might appear in the darkness ahead. Thanks, Ashok, this is delightful and a good companion to Alejandra's piece. It looks like you are walking that road together, never mind the limitations of space.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/11/04 at 11:14 PM

brilliance... what a coincidence... ::smile::... your hands are being held, dear friend... and squeezed tight... blessings...

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/12/04 at 12:10 PM

Salvadorian this dream surreal.

Posted by Agnes Eva on 01/12/04 at 06:01 PM

a road to go to in your dreams... where magic happens in unexpected, untravelled places. yes someone can bring you to it. or you may have to stumble onto it without trying.

Posted by David R Spellman on 01/13/04 at 05:32 PM

A lot of depth, as always, in your writing. So much to dwell on here. Another excellent look into the wonder and mystery of the human condition.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/14/04 at 06:56 AM

No one goes No one knows. Yes, perhaps not until we die, can we venture beyond that last lamppost. Thanks for the reminder dear sir.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/03/04 at 02:48 AM

As usual you take us a little out of ourselves, into the rarified air of contemplation where dreams can be visions, or visions dreams and challenge our perceptions.

Posted by Rhyana Fisher on 01/31/05 at 05:59 PM

shades of narnia. errr...lamp post shades even. are lamp posts allowed to have shades?

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 04/05/05 at 04:06 PM

The road ahead of that lamp post is our last and greatest journey....sometimes I get excited when I think of it......

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