####edge Of A Dream##### Poem by Nikunj Sharma

####edge Of A Dream#####

Rating: 5.0


Soft hum dissolves into hypnotised air;
That surrounds the sleeping angel.
Sweetened breaths travel the nasal freeway;
As the hum transforms into silent beats.

A night annouces its arrival somewhere;
As the dark is chased away by a divine lamp.
Tender steps begin an unknown journey;
Through the well lit streets of heart.

A fountain breaks free to kiss the air;
Gleaming droplets smile in unseen cradle.
New found thoughts travel up; the heart
begins to dance on rhythm of the beats.

Thoughts cascade, patches of green appear; mind travels faster than light, closed eyes visualize what life can't bestow. Cracked window frame and creaking bed await as always.

18th October 2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marilyn Lott 29 October 2009

I love the way you climb into the subject and delve into all the secret little places of a topic. You are more than just a poet. Classic writing, Nikunj. Amazing and another '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn

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Indira Babbellapati 29 October 2009

yeah, sometimes the edges are more fascinating and draw our attention...

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Patti Masterman 26 October 2009

Wow, you have the gift of allowing others to see what you have seen. Wonderful.

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John Knight 26 October 2009

Hi Nukunj - 'Dream dream dream - all i have to do is dream! ' This si another lovely thought provoking poem. V 1. When I observe my children and grandchildren asleep they always looked angelic and one could only speculate on their dreams - they had them - but could never remember the details in the morning. Thats how 'Sweet Dreams' should be ephemeral - real enough to ameliorate the sweetness of a child's sleep but transient enough to be forgotten in the morning. In my experience only neglected - abused and frightened children have nightmares! My children and gchildren never have them! ! V 2. The sounds of the night are everywhere - lmaps are lit - dreamtime begins. 'Tender steps begin an unknown journey - through the well lit streets of heart'. V 3. A lovely description of a child's dreamtime - 'The heart begins to dance on rhythm of the beats'. V 4. We can enjoy our children's dreamtime - but we must get to bed to strengthen us for the vicissitudes of the morrow. 'Closed eyes visualise what life can't bestow and creaking bed awaits as always'. A lovely poem stirring many memories in many of our minds. I score it a MAX. Yours in Poetry - JOHN.

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Nalini Hebbar 26 October 2009

a description of the dream process...thanks for the ride thru your dreamland...it has been a colourful one...regards

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Melanie Johnson 23 January 2010

Nik, this is now my favorite out of all of yours! ! You amaze me with your choice of words and the direction you go in.... I'm speechless. You, my friend, are a natural born writer!

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, aryaindia 29 December 2009

Whatever you do, please do not give up on writing. You do it extremely well and this piece of poetry - you excel.......blessings, arya

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Menime Soul..'d' Ugliloner 01 December 2009

Nikks..Hats off to you: -)

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Deborah Cromer 08 November 2009

Intensely descriptive and full of creativity. Sweet slumber and magic surround your words. Very nice and especially dreamy! Debbie

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Anjali Sinha 31 October 2009

A fountain breaks free to kiss the air; Gleaming droplets smile in unseen cradle. New found thoughts travel up; the heart begins to dance on rhythm of the beats. You swept me away into your dreams! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! -10 love anjali

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