Ajit Das

Dreams - Poem by Ajit Das

I weave my dreams:
big and small
of different hues;
some lost, some realised.
Dreams goad me on,
map the unknown course,
like a bird-song ringing
in a dark, stormy night.

Big dreams open up vistas
of ideas colliding,
ambitions vaulting.
I see in their eyes
heights of mountains,
nose-dive fall of stars.
They shake up life
out of its depths.

Small dreams stay
close to the route.
True or broken,
they make wavelets
of small joy and sorrow,
opening outlets
that meander again
to the safety of the road.

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Comments about Dreams by Ajit Das

  • Hans Vr (11/29/2015 9:25:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem
    Dreams are often the foundations of our achievements.
    They cost nothing, they are pleasant, they exude potential
    some come true, some not,
    In the mean time let the naysayers not interfere with our dreaming.
    Good write.
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (11/28/2015 8:53:00 AM)

    Very true about dreams. Liked it. Keep inking. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 28, 2015

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