What was that dream?

What was that dream? long poem

What was that dream
A colour so strange
Never felt before
Which neither keeps me awake
Nor let me sleep
Compelling me out of myself
Each moment
And I stand perplexed
With a fractioned heart
Behind those walls
Looking for you
The walls are so huge
I cannot see you
Only a blurred dream
Of your blissful beauty
And then,
From those small holes
Of diminishing hope
I try to see through
To have a glimpse
Of that undying love
And I call your name
You don’t see me
Or hear my calling
For a wall separates us
– A wall of destiny
I have never stopped
In my endeavor
To be with you
To my dismay
The more I climb
The more it grows
From every side
Keeping us apart
A wall will diminish
Fall apart
When hit by love
Then I realize
It is only me
Trying to climb that wall
And that
It’s your making
And the reason
Why it is growing
And with dying spirits
I still stand there
On that height
Not knowing what to do
Where to go
For the grip to go
Come, my love
For old sake
Just show me once
Your divine face
And I promise
I will let go the grip
I have lost everything
In this game of love
What is left?
Is a broken heart
A wall to climb
And that dream.

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Swathi Rao

Nice thoughts on dreams!

Saloni jain

Such a beautiful poem it is!!! *-*


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