Where They Might Have Gone.... Poem by Nosheen Irfan

In the middle of a beautiful dream. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

No rooms for thoughts is a good sing that finally you are with your dream partner and you do not want to miss any opportunity of being this togetherness......100+++

In the middle of beautiful dream generally we wake up. This happens often. Rain comes with monsoon and returns back with monsoon and we feel this as a dream. This is amazing poem on life and its flow...10

There is a gentle melancholy in this poem. The poem is about loss in life, especially when the loss seems so arbitrary and unecessary. There is a mismatch between the way the world works and the way we humans work. One way of coping with it is THIS POEM which doesn'r deny the grief but doesn' t wallow in it. Your poem discovers a middle ground for us, a safe place for hurt emotiions, an asylum for wounded thoughts.

Kutch khawab adhoore dekhe, Kutch humne jo poore dekhe, Per wuh na hue jab poore, Phir ache lage wuh adhoore, Sheyron se mere jab poore hue, meri raton ke bhi savere hue....................Nosheen Irfan! Your beautiful poem inspired me to write a few lines..

That always happens and that is life where there is only craving remains leaving us to muse what has happened. A brilliant short write. (10)

Like the drifting clouds that never allow a cool shower, our dreams also desert us, leaving us to wade through life's blistering deserts! At times, we are so engrossed with manifold responsibilities and concerns that we never have even time to ponder over the 'why' of things! We have no choice, but to take things in their stride! Poignant and powerful, Nosheen!

Clouds and the dreams do indeed drift away.