I wonder why I always paint a picture which gets washed away before it gets dried. I ponder why I always plant a sapling which does not simply stand the test of time.
I know that drops make an ocean. But with me, the drops get converted into water vapors. I ruminate why the flower always wriggles out before it blooms.
I mull why I always build castles of sand only to see them washed away by the waves - of time. I think why I always weave some dreams, only to see the threads get torn away.
A dream I weave,
Try my best to conceive,
It only does me deceive,
My heart does grieve,
Circumstances urge me to unweave,
Yet, I will try again.. to weave.
Dream Weaver
Reviewed by Vyankatesh
on
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
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Reviewed by Vyankatesh
on
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Rating:
it is part of life at times,
ReplyDeleteyou will survive, that's what I can tell.
That's life... Try to succeed..
ReplyDeletekeep trying and give you best always ...
ReplyDeleteLIFE
Bikram's
Nice way of taking abt life in a half texual and half poetic way! well, as others before me has cited that is wat life is.. just keep weaving!! :)
ReplyDeleteNice take on Life..
ReplyDeleteand yeah i agree
Yet, I will try again.. to weave.
Life is to go on n on !!
Nice read
Thank You The Poetry Palace, Bikramjit, Ashwini, KP and Jyoti - for your kind words of motivation.
ReplyDeleteRead some real nice thing after a looonng time. Thanks to you Venky...
ReplyDelete:)))
"Circumstances urge me to unweave,
ReplyDeleteYet, I will try again.. to weave." loved this part...all abt being an optimist :)nice thoughts and equally well presented...
Thanks Simran :) Long time.
ReplyDeleteThanks India's No 1 Blog for your motivation.