Where had I lost my dreams?
Those colourful childhood dreams!
Where, I used to be the fairy_
Having flight over the blue foam like skies;
Making my way through ,boldly-
Crossing even the great mountains;
Even the highest wild waves_
Wouldn’t stop me from making my way against;
Now when I face the reality _
I sense my dreams have been burnt into ashes;
Those dreams which beautified my childhood_
Have absconded as history _
Turning my life in to pieces;
Now that I fear dreaming anytime_
Even sleep denies to reside in my eyes;
I am in search of those colourful dreams _
Hoping that it would bring me peace;
The dreams which made me feel worthy_
Have become a past now _a mysterious story…..
Thanks a lot Thursday Poets Rally for the perfect poets award
Our childhood is the most precious time of our lives. Nice thoughts:)
Yes! true..We lose our childhood smiles and dreams when we face reality..
Glad that you visited the blog.
Great write. So well defining the dreams of youth. Well done!
My entry this week – http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/one-hell-of-a-ride-2/
Thank you so much ..This is written in language Hindi by me earlier and had been translated to English for the entry.
amazing…
thanks for the lasting support.
You are most welcome dear…Glad you liked it.
A mystery story… I am left with a sense of loss and sadness…
🙂 I am glad I could get the impact of my thoughts in the form of poetry.
“Those dreams which beautified my childhood”
I love that. Beautiful poem.
mm..true..Thanks Ina you liked this and thank your for you lovely comment.
Hello.
Indeed, the beautiful dreams of childhood have been lost to reality. There’s a sense of sadness to this poem and a little intrigue with the ending.
Nicely done!
Thanks for the visit too. I appreciate it.
Thank you so much. Thanks for your nice comment.
i bet you can find or search for those dreams again and again, making life more rich.
thanks for sharing!
Thanks a lot Lexi…happy you liked it…
This was a powerful read and kind of sad. The things we experience as children destroy our dreams and can sometimes make us bitter adults. I’ve findly found that I can dream and smile again. Thanks for sharing. Have a blessed day!
http://elizena-lovingmycreator.blogspot.com/2012/10/momma-is-there-man-on-moon.html
Thanks a lot for percieving the exact feel elizina…