The Dream

The Dream

A Poem by Vivek George Koshy

The dream has been blown off.
To dare to come off,
You open the loose ready to strangle;
When the paroxysm of emotions;
Strange ones,
Pull you back.
I fear death.
Leads painfully;
lonely and scary.
Rich here;What there?
The lonely pause makes me stop.
The sequence of growing,
Has been convulsive;
Too fast.
Never looked back to correct;
Too soon to realize it.
I always dream,
That one day the peak of humans,
Will be below me.
Not silent, nor blind.
So they look and gasp,
While i struggle to be off them;
The present isnt approving.
The gleams of the morning dew,
Not to last the noon,
Is what i earn?
My hands can brandish,
Broken things,
With no hope.
But the ahead road,
With cursed blessings
And masquraded ambitions;
I forgot to draw the pit,
Where i'll lie.
Believed that money, success merry;
Will follow.
Yet, the other shore seems so near,
That the dive drowns you.
That i may be no more.
The dreams, ambitions-
Even if my works remain;
The praises to a grave i cant bear.

© 2010 Vivek George Koshy

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"Even if my works remain;
The praises to a grave i cant bear."

Posted 9 Years Ago

Dream? Don't give up. A person should never give up never give in to anything unless it is by will. It's best to dream then to have nightmares and days be hard. Nicely done.

Posted 9 Years Ago

i like it alot.

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on August 16, 2010
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Vivek George Koshy
Vivek George Koshy

Kolkata, West Bengal, India