What's beyond reach
Heart yearns
With a maddening rush of blood
How absurd to chase
Elusive dreams all life
Only to end up with reality
It's happiness I need
But what it means
I know not
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
Rushing or chasing a dream never works. Happiness is a plodding enterprise.
Dreams. I really don't know how to live without them. I don't even know if it is mentally healthy to indulge in dreams... But dreams are like lodestars in the sky- -they give me a direction to follow and maybe a destination to arrive at... but if I don't arrive I have had a journey and seen things and done things I might not have had I not followed a dream.... Very good, Nosheen. You have all your readers reflecting on the value of dreams in our lives, are they a waste of time? Do they distract us from participating more fully in the land of reality? Lots to think about here. Thank you! 10
Where would we be without our dreams? In an impoverished reality. In your poem you eventually circle back to reality but I sense it is colored, enhanced, amplified by your wanderings in dreams. Writing a poem about chasing dreams does not catch any of them but it certainly expands your vision and touches your heart and does the same for us readers. Perhaps on the soul-level we do possess THAT SHADOW OF OUR IDEAL, as Shelley putmit. Your poem gives me that consolation.
That is the dilemma of most of humanity. It is happiness that we need, but don't know what it is or where it is! (10)
I can relate to this poem, so much..... This also reminded me one of my favourite song as under: Mai toh ek khwab hu, iss khwab se too pyar naa kar Pyar ho jaye toh phir pyar kaa ijahar naa kar Yeh hawaye kabhee, chupchap chalee jayengee Laut ke phir kabhee gulshan me nahee aayengee Apne hathon me hawao ko giraftar n kar Tere dil me hai, mohabbat ke bhadakate shole Apne sine me chhupa le yeh, dhadakate shole Iss tarah pyar ko ruswa sar-e-bazar naa kar Shakh se tut ke gunche bhee kahee khilate hai Rat aaur din bhee jamane me kahee milate hai Bhul ja, jane de takadir se, takarar naa kar
Dreams. How often are the real dreams of the mind unsatisfying, unfulfilling. So rarely does our mind supply us with a dream that fulfills our desire. I am told that this is how our mind deals with the stresses and tensions of life, by rehearsing them in our dreams while we sleep. But then we have those other dreams, the crystallization of our hopes and longings- the consciously constructed ideal vision of our future. And how can we expect those dreams to be fulfilled, if their templates almost always leave us unsatisfied? Perhaps those dreams, too, even in their unfulfilled state serve their own purpose- perhaps to keep us striving and hoping, perhaps to allow us to move ahead with bright and hopeful vision, even though our present circumstances do not warrant such hope. So we will keep chasing dreams, and grow closer to them day by day, struggle by struggle. Thank you for this thoughtful work, and for the enjoyable meditation. Be blessed! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One day you will reach your destination, till then enjoy the hurdles and hardships.. very beautiful poem... close to reality.. lots of points n loads of love [3
Insha-Allah.....Aameen.....Summa Aameen.