ankita bhardwaj
 Number of posts : 109
Age : 35
Location : new delhi
Registration date : 2007-07-09
 | Subject: Foreclosure of a dream  Sat Jul 28, 2007 11:37 pm | |
| Sobbing in darkness,
Hoping none would hear,
Lethal thoughts flourishing in my mind,
I ask myself, 'Did I slaughter my dreams?'
No voice heard; no answer at all.
Life seems so topsy-turvy,
And has become a tangle.
The vigour has vanished.
The optimism has evaporated.
The sapling of dreams
Is being killed by the pesticide of pessimism.
I ask again 'Did I slaughter my dreams?'
Nothing heard; just a serene silence.
The soft silence, soothing and peaceful.
The silence comforting me
To be patient and practical.
The silence commanding me
To be objective and optimistic.
Amidst the silence,
I hear a whisper.
A whisper saying,
'I am always there..'
This time I ask myself,
Not if I slaughtered my dreams,
But, 'Is any thing impossible?'
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