Fleeting Dreams Poem by Oindrila Kar
Fleeting Dreams
The gentle hands of a blissful nap
Run their fingers through my mind
I fall through fast
A thousand feet, then a numbing gap!
I see the threads within my tired brain
Lying in a tangled mess
I swim around, a happy fish,
No more crying in distress
No more theatre, no more lies…
I belong to the open skies…
Enough of hiding behind masks!
Oh wake me not from this wondrous trance
Pull me not, to worldly tasks…
Do not remind me of that waiting chore…
I am swimming, let me swim some more!
excellent write...a fluid and charming poem...hums along like a mountain brook making its way in a cheerful light manner... content and context...well appreciated...kudos liked
A sublime start with a nice poem, Oindrila. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful rendition of words nicely encapsulated with insight. A lovely rhetorical poem. Thanks for sharing Kar.