Shruti Goswami


Shreds - Poem by Shruti Goswami

When I shredded all my dreams
To the point they were but a
Speck of dust,
You came to enquire
About their colours.

Were they black and white?
Or a rainbow that glistens
Amidst the weeping skies?

And all the advice
That I no longer need,
Keep pouring in
Incessantly,
Without a rainbow in sight.

You can't escape,
From the myriad of realities
By drowning in idle dreams;
Or by showing affection
That you never really mean.

I still do cry at night for the
Way you abandon me
Time and again,
I do not care anymore
To quarrel or make peace
To lessen the pain.


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  • Veteran Poet - 1,805 Points Partha Sarathi Paul (5/16/2014 12:57:00 PM)

    lovely poem.....poignant and so profoundly real. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2014



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