Contemplation, Hope, Inner Help


“Hope” is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words. And never stops at all.
~Emily Dickinson~

Have you seen dreams?
And have you seen a one or two break?
Tell me, How deep was the ache?
Did it bleed? Did it hurt?
Tell me, how profound was the cut?
Could you hear the Clang&Chime of your heart?
Didn’t you try asking dandelions?
Did you question the stars?
Tell me, Did you cry? Did you scream?
Did you quit? Did you stay?
Or, you said instead “It might have been”?
What did it cost you?
Time? Money? Health? Smiles? You?
The ones you loved? Or, the ones who loved?
How bad did it knock you down?
Could you fix it?
Could you lug or did you drown?
Did you heal? Did you take time?
Or, you accustomed to the paradigm?
Tell me, were you brave?
Did you stare loss at the face?
Did you dream again with that broke core?
And did you wake up this time?
Tell me,
Is your life still a language of those whispering broken dreams?

Of throbs and twinges of those which caved in,
Of platters and ashtrays of the ones which cindered,
Or embers still shining brighter?

Of abandonment in
anticipating an affair better,
Of subdued sighs at nocturnal,
Or will-o’-the-wisps
for the pie-in-the-sky
still beating down your chest?

Of longing to destinations your eyes never beheld,
Of extenuations you claimed were primacies,
Or honey beneath the fauces, still in an attempt to make way?

~and if~
You could ask your “director”,
to play the “drama” again,
to let you rewrite your “story”,
to let you choose “artistes” by own,
to call back one or two,
to add one smile, to omit one tear,
to forget a moment, to relive a few,

Would you?


For a broken dream, the cure is, to Dream Again & Deeper.

~ C.S Lewis ~

83 thoughts on “Dreams”

  1. One of my friends told me that his broken dream restarts from the same point, when he sleeps again. Like an intermission in a movie. That apart, your poem is beautiful, enjoyed reading it.

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    1. You are absolutely right. It also helps in the creative process. I usually sleep with a diary and pen beside my pillow, so that if any good story or idea comes to my mind, I am able to get up and write it down.

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    2. Oh my God, it’s called telepathy. I was just thinking of doing it, as I was recollecting an idea that crossed my mind last night, but couldn’t.

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    3. Well it helps me. When I am writing a story, many ideas run through my mind and if they happen during the night, there is a high probability that I might forget them. Hence the diary beside the pillow certainly helps.

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  2. Beautiful, Ms. Dishita!
    It really motivated me to believe in myself and my dreams, that if I stand brave, they surely come true one day.
    Got tears in my eyes.
    Have a nice day ahead.

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  3. πŸ’œ β€œHope” is Eternal in Our Hearts; it is Hopeless in Our Heads EveryOne

    … πŸ’›πŸ’šπŸ’™β€¦

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    1. πŸ’œ YOU!!! ARE Most Welcome; it’s a Pleasure to Share and Serve, Stay Strong and Serene


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  4. Really great work
    Hats off DISHITA
    We can see and work hard for new dreams but the pain for not fulfilling that one particular dream always remain in heart πŸ€©πŸ˜…πŸ˜…

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  5. Hope in the storm, a hug so profound, the place we long, is a dream we belong. Your writing is beautiful, it sounded interrogative but as I read through it was actually introspective. I think art is a conversation with the self and helps in building clarity and courage. Great job!

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    1. Thank you for your kind appreciation! Art is undoubtedly the best way to communicate and introspect. I am delighted to hear your thoughts.


    1. Thank you for visiting! πŸ’›
      Tried checking your site, but it doesn’t open. There might be se glitch from your end.
      Nevertheless, Happy Blogging, Aditi! :>)

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  6. I loved this a lot… Even I used to have dreams of same person repeatedly. .. Sometimes I didn’t understand them…They are just haunting me for a while. Still, I am trying to patch up my scars …and wishing to hv peace πŸ™‚

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  7. When my dream broke I didn’t bleed but it cut deep, deep inside. Not a sharp pain but a pain that crumbled me into pieces a pain that I still feel dull inside me. It took my smiles my faith my hopes making me afraid of dreams ever since. It took so long to heal for my smike to return but the scar never faded and my smile was never the same.
    The poem awakened the sparks, loved it!! ❀️

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    1. Making peace with the broken pieces requires a lot of strength, and yours is remarkable! More power to you Gayumi!❀️ May your eyes find another dream which brings a wider smile on your face, always! Hugs! πŸ€—

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