Up above the sky
In the faces of aloof stars
I see images of my dreams
Ever growing in stature
My aspirations
Larger-than-life
Sometimes, I wonder
whether I have devised my dreams
or dreams have invented me?
Years passed by,
among my endless dreams
a few came true
and many fell through
But, each of my dying dreams
gave birth to a new one
Though,
My hairs threaten to turn white now
and wrinkles tardily become possessive
My eyesight warns me of an eternal sunset
and smiles often betrays my true feelings;
yet, I dare to dream!
and wish to chase it
beyond the horizon
It's true!
I love chasing my dreams
I wanna catch up with
the flying butterflies
I wanna talk to my shadow
during the fading lights
I wanna hold forever
the illusive rainbows
And,
I wanna chase my dreams
until my own fantasies
take control of myself
and my desperations
make me feel that
'reality hurts'
Really powerful imagery with the selective utilization of metaphor and personification, , , , and also the intense message tranformed into a spiritual direction where the dream is the moment where we can begin to meet ourself before our arrival..............
great dreams...in this wonderful piece... .nice dreams to achieve and became real... wonderful imaginations formed into wonderful lines.. i love this...inspiring... 10+++
nice words, , , , , , i like the thought of this piece of yours...cheers... naizz
‘But, each of my dying dreams gave birth to a new one…’ It is recycling of dream in new concept and canvas. Dream is cream of life. Ten++ Ms. Nivedita Thanks for comment on my poem. Cordially invite to read and comment on Enigmatic Navel Lie Sly or other poems. niv
I wanna talk to my shadow during the fading lights I wanna hold forever the illusive rainbows nice words, deep meanings.......may the rainbows be all yours.... please read in my poems, MY DREAM and ASPIRATION.......
Hi Deependra, the greatness of a poet lies in his ability to express a simple thing in a captivating manner. And this poem proves that you have that talent. Great work!
'among my endless dreams a few came true and many fell through but, each of my dying dreams gave birth to a new one'... words enriched by truth and beautiful philosophy...hopes expectations and dreams combined, life really is...good piece 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams whether fulfilled or not are the fuel of our lives...well depicted