Poems on "Dreams"

Ephemeral

a poem by

Reeti Roy

I’ve built walls around me
I’ve been floating underground…
In a myriad of broken dreams.
Come let us paint the skies together
With green stars and purple rainbows
And leap across the fields and meadows
And sheaf through those old scrapbooks
And remember the shadows of promises
Cheap stilted ones, written on pretty yellow paperon rainy days.
Come on, blue eyed devil, Come to me at last
I thirst for your touch.
Hold my hand and take me,
Where moonbeams do not smile,
Where the beasts rest in delight and scavengers make merry
Drinking wine and savouring guacamole.
Marble fields and concrete flowers
Blueberry dreams and buttercups
Come now, let us paint the skies together…
With Green stars and purple rainbows
Let us listen to the blue song of the violin
The crying call of the leprechaun
Let us go far, far away to mystical lands
Where the sands smell of coffee-stains
Let us feel the midnight magic, in an opium trance
Where the jagged twilight trickles in
And you disappear, unseen
Now, it’s me… and me alone.

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I dreamt yesterday

a poem by

Meena Nanda

I dreamt and saw that Atal
made me a drink
and I became immortal.

A committee of hi-fi hormones
set-up for unusual change of bones
Scientists were annoyed for unknowns.

Rejuvenated heart saw light
perishing cultures awakened
blood moved to path all right

A brain ordered driven stomach
rested after he conquered, ruled
Europe and fell.

I have an Atom to play on Scientists.
I may play before the Almighty God
shouts on Me.

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The Angel

a poem by

Priyadarshini (Chennai)

Like a primrose, she came
The angel of my dream.

Lapped by peace
And twinkling eyes.

Bathed with smiles of glee
Love’s true instinct, had she.

As fair as stars
Was her glance.

With touch of her hand
My wisdom outpoured.

As a silent song, she inherit
My body and spirit.

For wishes to claim
I awaited her, to call my name.

To bless with flowing wealth
Or to crown with health.

Shower with peace and ease
And everlasting grace.

And while I understand and feel
She vanished with a twirl.

Searched for her, but in vain
I wish she comes again.

Down to earth-to bless
Mankind with bliss!!

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Dreams and Goals

a poem by

Amitanshu

We all should have a dream,
And we should focus on it like a beam.
Dreams are dreamt to be achieved,
Whether to go on moon or to work in field.
We should bet,
That though not yet,
But we will achieve our goal
Which had set when we were small.

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Dream Song of Love – I

a poem by

Ramesh T A

Once in a dream I saw a love play of a classical romantic adventure,
A gandharva type of love adventure evolving in song like situation
Describing an endless erotic love as in soaring romantic literature,
From which no body can escape once caught by the magical spell!

Loveless guy would be a sad, lonesome person in the human world;
Songs of love or romantic poems are common among all lovers;
Travel to the moon or Space and journey to the depths of the ocean,
Where lovers play the game of love in their romantic dreams!

There cannot be a most moving force greater than love in the world!
For, love is the world’s greatest power, light and justice in Nature;
Anyone and everyone can be contained by love’s great influence,
From which no one can defy or escape in this lovely human world!

Love of mother, lady, Nature makes this planet love world!
Other planets are dry, barren and empty of life and love;
Earth’s Nature evolved man to live life by love; and in Space
Explore love through science, arts, literature and religion!

Stars hang on in the Universe by mutual gravitational attraction,
Which is like the wonder of love that keeps human relationships.
Love is the natural concern for the well being of the loved ones
And that is why love is ever the greatest wonder of the world.

Human music gives solace to the loved ones at times of troubles;
Mother’s love song, a wonder gives comfort to the child in distress.
Also, music, art, literature and even religion say only love is great;
There is so much power in human love that it cannot be destroyed!

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Dream Song of Love – II

a poem by

Ramesh T A

Love lives forever as immortal and eternal as the Space we see ever!
So, other than love what else can all desire to enjoy in all dreams and life?
Even in cinema dream scenes lovers kiss each other as a mark of love
Either in distant space or in the bottom of the sea as if happening in heaven!

Lovers leap, swim, dance and do a lot in beautiful parks as if in paradise,
When the lover takes the hand of his dream girl after a long courtship
As if in the romantic love scene of Romeo and Juliet of once upon a time!
That immortal love romance no body can fail to appreciate even now!

The power of love is such that soul or death is nothing before it!
Expression of human love in art and literature is the greatest achievement
Elevating it to divine love and immortality by culture and civilisation; so,
Nature, music, dance and drama cherish divinity of human love forever!

Man elevates himself to be a human being by his love and music in life;
Human love achieves immortality by high culture and divinity after life!
Dreams of such experience give the blessed mood, quite divine and true;
That is what every human being finally longs for in life and after life!

Physical love gives painful pleasure as long as health and vigour permits;
Intellectual love gives joy at the discovery of truth, the whole truth of life;
This is most essential for everyone to live as a human being in the world;
But only spiritual love in communion with Nature gives ever lasting bliss!

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Woodland Wedding

a poem by

Mabel Annie Chacko

Travel with me, to the land of dreams,
Where rivers of music, paint rainbow scenes.
And dancing on air, our spirits take flight
Off to a forest, on this special night.

Into a clearing so bright and so gay,
Lit up by lanterns, of firefly display.
A faerie king waits, for his lover so true,
Surrounded by courtiers, all dressed in blue.

And as you look round, more faeries you see,
Flitting through branches, in nearby trees.
Small shining faces, hearts filled with pride,
Patiently waiting, for their faerie king’s bride.

Tension builds up, as the nightingales trill,
And faerie musicians add more to the thrill.
Just when you think, you can’t take anymore,
The air splits asunder, with tremendous furor.

A faerie up high, in the tallest tall tree,
Announces the arrival – of the wedding party.
Fanfares now sound from triumphant horns,
For a carriage that’s pulled by unicorns.

Sitting in comfort, inside her glass coach,
Is a beautiful faerie beyond reproach.
While bluebells are chiming, and harebells ring,
The carriage draws close, and halts by the king.

A ladybird footman, now opens the door,
And his bride sets foot, on the soft moss floor.
Her ladies in waiting, now come to her aid,
To fulfill the promise, they long ago made.

Smiling she turns, to her champion so true,
And they pledge their troth, as young lovers do.
A kingdom enjoys, the wedding banquet,
Around mushroom tables so neatly set.

A feast of honey and blackberry wine,
Strawberries and grapes, plucked fresh from the vine.
Blessed with wisdom, by an old faerie earl,
The forest rang out; with the word – Tulipearl!

The faerie musicians play liquid tunes.
That splash and tinkle, their way to the moon.
The feasting all over, time now to dance,
To celebrate life, see how they all prance.

The king leads his queen, while courtiers sing,
Charms of good fortune, and all that they bring.
While faeries whirl round, this beautiful sight,
Laughing and singing, on through the night.

With heads full of wine, and joy in their hearts,
The king and his queen, now turn to depart.
Well-wishers cheer, as the coach pulls away,
Together they’ll stand, to face a new day.

The firefly lanterns, go out one by one,
Replaced by the light, of a golden new dawn.
Small tired bodies, with eyes full of sleep,
Gently flit home, with secrets to keep.

And while they slumber, in their tiny beds
Dreams of the wedding, now fill their heads,
And just like the faeries, our time has come,
For us to go too, and return back home.

We traveled in spirit, to the land of my dreams,
Where rivers of music, paint rainbow scenes;
And when we awake, the message unfurls,
There’s no greater feeling, than Tulipearl…

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Journey to a Mystic Land

a poem by

Mabel Annie Chacko

There is a path that leads to a tavern,
Where you get all the pleasures of life.
Where ale flows freely into mugs and goblets
And friendly words greet as you go by.

Oh! it is down by the foot of the mountain,
Where the cold water runs so clear.
Where the cerubell dances softly
In a breeze of cool night air.

The way there goes over stone and rock,
And under shadows of silver clad trees.
Golden streaks from the shining inn
Filtering softly through thousands of leaves.

The inn’s song will kindly lead me,
While a fairy tells of the warming sun.
And time will pass fast as I wander,
Soon encountering a door will let me in.

A hand lifts to slowly push it open,
So I can enter with tired steps.
A chair and rest I find after the walk
And a ear that will listen to my tale.

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Under the Blanket of Darkness

a poem by

Mabel Annie Chacko

The dark winds took the sun away,
And darkness fell, there was no ray,
Of light and warmth upon the earth,
And great was suffering and dearth.

Foiros gave back her life and strength
To follow her path in all its length,
In front of Caelereth, day by day,
Will never cease to go her way.

Though now she dives in darkness deep,
Her path at dawn is strong and steep-
With might and power she rises high
All living breathes of relief a sigh.
This primal night was long and hard
And silent soon, no singing bard
Brought life and warmth to any hearth
And frozen lay the dying earth.

But this was not the night we praise,
The night in favour our words we raise.
The one who soothes our daily pain
And ends all things we did in vain.

The night we love, she gives us rest
We may lie down, she does her best
To drive away all troubles of the day
For unloved chores she grants delay.

So let us not forget what we have seen,
Nor wish the time so dark had never been.
Be thankful for the sun to have returned,
But also for the night we gladly earned.

For if the sun would not set down
To hide her glaring golden crown-
As it was true in times of yore-
Would be the calming night no more.

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Dreams

a poem by

Guha A.S.

Dreams, they gyrate
In the mind’s terrain
And speak homecoming truths
Or are they images, which
The mind contemplates in tensile moments?
I do not know
All I know is that like
The recurrent ghost they are divinations of the
Future, past, present like a crystal
And harbour sensibilities, pictures in which
The camera takes snapshots.

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A river will flow in this desert too

a poem by

Sakthi Ravichandran

Now it may be a desert but
One day a river will flow in this desert too
Then it will have green trees and birds and
With a happy noise of ignorant kids
Now it may be hot and dry to live but
On that day of river flow every thing will be changed
Now it may be lonely and isolated from all but
In the second of river flow a huge crowd will be here
Their noise and talks will tear the sky too
Up to that second, it will wait for that flow
As the sufferings of a noble souls
It will have to wait for that flow.
That day will come to wet that land and
Together a big mass with green pastures

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Some untold tales

a poem by

Saima Afreen

In the half-opened
Buds of the eyes
A few dewdrops are confined
Holding some untold tales
And some desires of the Night;
Far away in the sky
Dawn spreads her attire
And colourful beads
Of dreams
Get scattered everywhere
And wait
As to when
The Fairy o’ Slumber
Will gather ’em in her arms
And go in the valley of half-opened buds?
And when
After the silky eyelashes unveil beautiful Lakes
Will there be a garden
Of flowers
In whose fragrance
Will be a hidden
A thousand tales?

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Dreams come true

a poem by

Murugesh Babu

A dream I dream! It’s true
my weird dreams come true!

I beam and scream at
my stream of dreams
comes true;

Live or to be seemed but
thy the me at steam
glooms at dew!

Lie not, of a dead old chap
dreamt I, pandemonium
bound by!

“Well, it’s a mirage at nap”
left I cold; harmoniums
sound by!

Yells on a carriage swap;
shocked I, four days
around

Oh! my grandma passed away!
kept I yet so confidential
allowed

Myself to disclose while
had I yet another delusion;
A beloved

Neighbour discomforts me gently
Weird! Thy old next of kin from
paternal side

However decease and thus
meant the delusion of a dwell
patroned with fire

Oh! poor grandpa’s life departs as
whispered by the old chap at the next cell
believe it or not!

Paused a while my heart at
the gossip of a child tussling to
survive on lynching

Alas! his soul disappeared at last,
grief at the incident standing by
five hours behind my

Last virtual video of a lad;
faint kiss surrendered; yet lively on the
verge of his death

Besides with two more clothed dead
slain; bewildered I upon my cent
percent outcome

Over my dire reverie; dazed but threat
intensified for who would be the next
second victims!

With my spirit tearing to growing
fantasy beard, I drown myself upon the
dreadful sight of a

Dead couple, taken me back to the
third newest vision; stumbled I
thence with a vision,

“Good or bad! I hallucinate, my wicked
come to light but for my good”
hence to my laud,

Stood I visualize my last trance, flicked
“Ooh! I am breathing my last”
yes! the Lord of

Hell exterminate my years insolently!
“Ooh! I am no more on globe”
of course! oddly my

Soul passes away from the planet
oh! I sense outmoded that I am
still alive!

While my soul marching through heavens akin
I view my dry skin! But none does
perceive me!

Well! I cry for myself inching away the
gleaming watery Earth! But none does
heed the ear to me!

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When my dream crashed…

a poem by

Mathangi Venkatesan

For nearly more than a decade,
Not a day I had failed to dream about it
Not once my eyes didn’t sparkle on looking at it
Not a prayer had been uttered without asking for it.

But all of a sudden- it all seemed to fade,
There was no fruit for all my work
Looking at the same dream I could now merely smirk
With grief i went almost berserk.

Why did my dream evade me?I felt so betrayed
The result had been announced
But my dream, could not be renounced.
This day in my life has from then been very pronounced…

But life doesn’t stop- and so it did progress
But did a day go, without thinking about it? Never!!!
The unfulfilled dream seemed to remain a scar forever,
The only difference was I now had a new endeavour.

And yes – my efforts now did achieve success.
Still, after many years have gone by,
My heart craves for that dream, which I cannot deny
And the eyes that once sparkled looking at it, now can only cry.

Why, with that dream have i been so obsessed???
Coz its one which from my childhood days I longed for,
Today though I have come a long way, that humble elusive dream I adore
Not a day goes without thinking(but not dreaming) about it like once before…

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Galaxy

a poem by

Aryaindia

As become stars across pathway
As centaurs cool end clings lasting
Budding garland is flowering new

As becomes tuned with time
As perseverance brings results
Honing skill is awakening souls

As becomes winged an insect
As fluids reach its wings
Making it stronger to fly unhindered

So do the stars, so do some dreams
So does man, continue pursuit

Into the unknown, yes, the unknown!

“Some people leave behind a fragrance in spirit unknown”

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