My post # 791...countdown to 800th begins..
Written for
Resurrection of Her Dreams
Scattered glittering pieces of
her broken dreams
illuminated the otherwise starkly
dark corner of her inner space
and the gleam slowly beigins to fade.
Racing against the time,
wallowing in the by-lanes
of memories with pounding heart beats
getting louder and louder
she could feel the strain;
The struggle has brought her
in striking distance of
picking up some joyous moments
as incentive of a well lived life
led with some concrete values,
that held her house together.
In spite of smoky doubts
in her mind without a hitch
she starts recollecting
Scattered glittering pieces of
her broken dreams
which illuminated the otherwise starkly
dark corner of her inner space
completing a full circle
Each dream smiles to see
its own resurrection...
RS:)
an anthem, if you will to the power of a well-kept strong mind and the comfort of a home.
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That extraordinary human trait of hope shines through this piece.
ReplyDeleteluv your ending Lines
ReplyDelete"Each dream smiles to see
its own resurrection..."
much love...
I really like this one, Ramesh. Thank you!
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