When the Dreams Cry



Indian Bloggers

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.

Dry, Decay and Die



Indian Bloggers

This post is written for Three Line Tales Challenge Number 43.  It is a challenge put forth by Sonya from Only 100 Words, where we write a three line tale for the supplied image.

tltweek43

photo by Sandis Helvigs via Unsplash

No matter what masks the face, it is going to dry, decay and die.

Be You.

It is honorable to dry, decay and die with true identity.


Note: I was a little lost with a sequence either to choose “dry, decay and die” or “dry, die and decay”. Decay being a process, I decided to keep it before die with no strong major reasoning to chose what so ever.