I held a Can, i held it tightly.

Filled in it, my dreamz.....

small Dreamz which could be

fulfilled pretty lightly.

One evening the Sea came calling,

i peeked into my dreamz.....

Finding none alike... i still ventured

with my sail....hoping to find land

through the waters!!!!

I still held the Can, with my dreamz,

I still held it tightly.

A Deafening Silence filled all around,

i could not see the storm coming.

My sail toppled and turned....

And i started drowing.

The gods were benevolent enough to

have thrown me ashore.....

thrown me alive......

thrown me destituted......

I still held the Can.....

I still held it tightly.

I went back to the guardians of the castle,

believing the king to show generosity.....

The king was generous enough,

Generous so much so.......

that he openend my can,

Only to squeeze my Dreamz...

He filled in it some new dreamz....

Dreamz i could never associtae myself with.

I still held the Can,

...with my squeezed dreamz

gasping in some dark corner

and the kings generous mercy

Fluttering like the flag of the queen.

How much so ever i tried......

i could not let my dreamz die....

i could not let my Can go....

So i still held it,

Held it Tightly.

I moved to a new land

with the kings flag......

The flag, i never wanted to hoist.

I locked my Can

so that my squeezed, gasping

and weeping dreamz do not surface up.

But i still held the Can,

I still held it tightly.

After a few months came

a new dawn.....

just like the one,

years ago on which

I was Born.

It brought news that the castle was on fire......

to see the castle burning was no new sight for me,

but having been away for long i forgot the reality.

News was sent for me to come back.....

as the castles guardians were on each others attack.

The flag unhoisted, (though i was trying hard),

my dreamz, (in the can, hopefully still alive),

and another turn in my life,

i went to the castle again.

I still held my Can,

I still held it tightly.

The castles guardians could easily

challenge natures greatest law........

that Change is inevitable.

Nothing had changed,

nothing wanted to change.

I hid my Can,

to avoid facing the wrath of the King.

But i still held it tightly.

The flag of the king was still in my hands...

I musterd and decided to hoist it....

I made it my Dream....

I labeled the flag on my Can,

and i held my Can tightly.

After having learnt the art of

hoisting the flag, in the land of the king,

it was now my chance to hoist it.

To hoist the flag is what i had made my dream.

But alas the people who

supposedly, taught the trick of hoisting

Never gave the pole.

So i now came out to yet another land,

looking for the pole...

I brought My Can along

holding it still tightly.

The king now wants me to hoist

another flag,

the one with which i have been

trying for so many years now,

seems to have lost its charm....

I am trying to read a blank paper,

i am trying to read my mind.

I take out My tightly held Can,

as that is the only thing which could give

hope and joy, it also gives me more sorrow

to look at my dreams on the verge of death.

I open the Can.....

The can is EMPTY....

I look all around,

check all that i can....

but find none...

Last night my Dreamz succumbed

to their injuries.

I dont want the Sea

I dont want the land,

not even will i call

a pinch of air or water

mine.......

Let me live with the Can

My Empty Can..............