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 10 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 10 Years Ago

i like it alot.

Posted 10 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