Lost Dreams

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Pangs of love, when it hurts

Dreams die. The few remain
Are portrayed in monochrome
The hues, the aromas, the tastes
All black and white….
Scattered along in vastness.
The one feeling I want to 

That I belong to someone, somewhere.
Yes, I do
Just a rainbow in between. 

Inspired by a poem by one of my best friends, Shweta, who blogs at Sunshine and Zephyr

58 responses to “Lost Dreams

  1. The few that remain is what hurt the most. The few that remain drag along the rest. The few that remain is what counts & leave the scars.
    Your poems are out of the world and why are they all sad these days Mani? 🙂

  2. This is touching, I love the black and white memories, it gives the whole poem and almost cinematic feel. I love what this says and how it say it, Simply beautiful.

  3. Haunting and beautiful! And, the frail optimism… that I belong to someone, somewhere…

    It’s so lovely, Maniparna!

  4. Pangs of love…that’s destiny of most affairs of heart. Probably the pain of separation and loss is what ascertains it was love; something that may not happen if one attains the object of one’s love.

  5. I love the last line Mani. When there is rainbow in between, there is hope, there is healing and there is love, which is never black and white. If it happens to be, it was never love!

  6. Pangs of pain, the lost feeling and the fading memories of lost love are beautifully portrayed in your poem Maniparna, as also the need to belong and the hope that someone is there somewhere.

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