Tag Archives: Dream

usefulness

usefulness.

I am not writing about
anything of nothing we shared
Didn’t you always blame
for causing no inconvenience?

Just peacefully rest
in my foolish imaginations
like broken pieces of dreams
scattered everywhere.

They’re the right toys,you know
for passing each moment
of my leisurely hours,
too useful to me, somehow.

via usefulness.

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Forsaken dream

Forsaken dream.

Related to you somewhere afar in a forsaken dream
I find myself in a frame of forgotten time and place.
In a dungeon there remains a part of me imprisoned
I reach there often to have a glimpse of our existence.

There you live with me always afresh with a smile
Which never droops apart from your face engraved
You walk with me there in a vista of forgotten past
Sit beside me and hold my hands in yours beloved.

via Forsaken dream.

I believe in my dreams

I believe in my dreams.

Believe me, I believe in my dreams.
Many of them have expired though
I dream my dreams shall come true.

They are not my ordinary dreams.
I dream them when I am awaking.
They are all gone when I fall asleep.

You may call them my day-dreams.
I don’t bother how you look at them.
They are my much adored real friends.

I believe my dreams shall come true.
I feel their presence coming closer
while I work to shape them so well.

via I believe in my dreams.

The dream of last night

The dream of last night.

The dream of last night told I want
something completely different.
And I also realized
even if I got them all
this was not easy to come out breaking
the chains of hesitations and conflicts.
May be this is impossible to break.

The dream of last night told I want
something completely different.
May be in dream this is called happiness.
But I know this is not called happiness
when I’m awaking.
Even the dream of last night
was’nt a dream.
when I’m awaking
this can be called as nightmare.
But if I don’t care what people will say
I must admit
last night I did not see a nightmare too.
Why should the photographs
of suppressed wishes and wanton desires
be called as nightmares?

The dream of last night told I want
something completely different.
Something that shouldn’t be desired
when awaking.
Something that shouldn’t be got.
Something that should be forgotten.
Something that can be forgotten.
Something one can live forgetting.
Yet,
the dream of last night told I want
something completely different.

via The dream of last night.

weathercock of a dream

weathercock of a dream.

Breaking my sleep in its way half
the ghosts of my dreams slip in
and sitting besides my ear holes
they make hot discussions.

They talk of their unfortunate death
in an war which was not fought well
and telling me responsible for their ill fate
they mock at my peaceful sleep.

Teasing my lost courage they push me
and pulling me out of my disappointment
they laugh at my wishes to sleep again
and insist me to fight for my forgotten dreams.

Every night they bring with them
an weathercock, which they call time
and showing me its direction to somewhere
they forecast my victory in a war.

Every night they come to break my sleep
and every night I awake a little more.
They bring the weathercock again and again
and looking at this bird I dream of an war.

via weathercock of a dream.

usefulness

usefulness.

I am not writing about
anything of nothing we shared
Didn’t you always blame
for causing no inconvenience?

Just peacefully rest
in my foolish imaginations
like broken pieces of dreams
scattered everywhere.

They’re the right toys,you know
for passing each moment
of my leisurely hours,
too useful to me, somehow.

via usefulness.

I made more mistakes

I made more mistakes.

I made more mistakes.I made more mistakes.
While visiting a village I felt it today.
I did not take care of my rural mind.
I made more mistakes than actually I knew.

While visiting a village I felt it today.
I was not aware of my genuine needs.
I made more mistakes than actually I knew.
My eyes were blind with my urban dreams.

I was not aware of my genuine needs.
Else I would have settled in a village.
My eyes were blind with my urban dreams.
Or I forgot my path leading to peace.

Else I would have settled in a village.
I did not take care of my rural mind.
Or I forgot my path leading to peace.
I made more mistakes.I made more mistakes.

via I made more mistakes.

Today will be a memorable day tomorrow | Poetry Archive

Today will be a memorable day tomorrow | Poetry Archive.

The man broken in the mirror is not me.
Must be the mirror which is broken here.
I know ins and out of this man for ages
who hates breaking for any reason whatsoever.

The man who you call a dreamer or even a loser
(in his absence of course) is not an ordinary man.
He has strong faith on his beliefs who believes
even today can be a memorable day tomorrow.

Don’t believe your eyes even if you see him dying,
A dreamer never dies, nor dies his dreams.
You got to believe if he says he has got a dream new
where he’ll make no mistake and a wonder will happen.