When the Dreams Cry



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dreams

When the dreams die,
Burst inside,
Flame within,
Chaos the interior,
With unheard howling cries.

When the dreams die,
The deceased diverges,
Intellect shatters,
World looks hideous,
The water cries.

When the dreams die,
Is like a half carved statue,
Undefined shape,
Just stand ugly,
And the meaning cries.

When the dreams die,
Tears decide to stay in,
Finding inner more beautiful,
Silently dries,
While the heart cries.

When the dreams die,
Rest is all Babel.

52 thoughts on “When the Dreams Cry

  1. This one is beautiful indeed!!
    On lighter note
    When you dream of marathon of flaming kisses, more than often they tend to die
    Lol
    But when dreams die
    Look up at the sky
    Take out wool and knitting needles
    And build a new one
    Or submit to the supreme
    Maybe his planning is more
    Mesmerising than your plans

    Very relatable post.Dreams die for many but don’t let the pain crush you. Feel it and let it go. Keep your insides clean to make space for better stuff.

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    • He he.. I wanted to write two varying emotion poems at same time. That is how these two came up. πŸ˜€

      I totally enjoyed the humor there. You nailed it. Building the new one, immediately, is very much important. πŸ™‚ We all need those needles!

      You indeed have left a very positive message. Thank you so much! πŸ™‚

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