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Nobody says a word,
voices are hushed
my dreams subdued.
I made a mute appeal
to vent the tongueless grief;
and then…
the barriers broken,
silence speaks out
when the words refused:
it’s the heart that listens.
Dreams don’t die then,
they come back to me
with a rejuvenating strength.
Waters flow down the dried stream
and I begin to sail along…
© Amritbir Kaur
13 comments:
I am flabbergasted. All i can say is that you are one hell of a talented person :)
and I begin to sail along....
which looks near is a way far long...
you are a true magician...
good one. dream re-born. nice.
Oh how beautiful Love it yes dreams always come back
Beautifully written :)
Beautifully written :)
I have no words to express myself for this beautifully written post.
# Surender: A great extension to my poem "which looks near is a way far long...". Thanks for your valuable support.
# Ajai: "dream reborn" as you haev said, how nicely you have put it...thanks for your feedback.
i read this while listening to "let it be - beatles"
felt good !!
This is just breath taking!
Thank you for your visit. Glad to have found you!
Another beautiful piece from you. The heart knows the person for whom it is beating relentlessly for. It can give great strength. But how many of us talk to ourselves? If only we believed in ourselves and confided with ourselves we would have found great peace and contentment. I recently read a short story called "The Schoolmaster" by Padma Hejmadi in which towards the end the schoolmaster talks to himself. He tells the villagers that he has realized that, he, himself was the best listener of his own thoughts and feelings.
Following your blog now.
Cheers.
very interesting, thanks
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