When dreams shatter,
A whip of those broken promises
Leaves a scar on the heart.
Eyes dips itself in a blood pool
To avoid staring
At its crumbling dreams.
Life goes further deep
Into the darkest of its nightmare
With no return ever.
And past looks on with scorn
At the hope of
Sewing a dream again.
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“And past looks on with scorn
At the hope of
Sewing a dream again.”
beautiful poem.
By: glitteringsootonhereyelashes on April 17, 2010
at 12:19 pm
Thnx
By: Tuhin on April 17, 2010
at 2:20 pm
A beautiful dream shall be sewn again!
By: Dyna on April 25, 2010
at 6:09 am
Wish…
By: Tuhin on April 25, 2010
at 8:39 am
Simple. YET elegant.
Perfect elements of poetry. =)
By: Aparajita Paul on April 30, 2010
at 2:35 pm
Thnk u Aparajita
By: Tuhin on May 9, 2010
at 6:08 pm
AWESOME Mr. Midya … Lovely !!!! Keep goin !!!! God Bless
By: Kruti Mahesh on June 9, 2010
at 6:42 pm
Aye Kru…Thank u
By: Tuhin on June 12, 2010
at 8:21 am