I found them scattered, Strewn like dry leaves, Fragile, shrivelled. Dreams, I had them before I had memories Memories, they emerged From the chrysalis of dreams And, the cycle of life began.
“Dreams, I had them before I had memories”….what a beautiful line Maniparna. I love this composition and with poem you share, you make me fascinated with your thoughts! Keep them coming…
What beautiful words. Wondering if mindful presence is the bond that links our dreams and our memories. Our future and our past. This bond is continuously strengthened through hope and joy– things that transcend the many daily disconnects along the way.
Shrivelled dreams resurface as memories – love the fine, subtle manner in which you have conveyed deep sensibilities through the poem. Beautifully written.
I like this piece Mani. And I agree with what Mabel said in her comment – there is a link between dreams and memories. it is difficult to know which comes first… although some of the dreams I have, I hope never come to fruition 😀
I have always had the fascination for the dichotomy in life and the paradox of living our life. The choice of words and words that gives our expression the true power to establish our scattered thoughts and here you have once again done with finesse.
Dreams vs. Memories, another wonderful contest of words and the deep thought that remains behind it, dreams before memories so beautifully crafted piece of thought, many times we just don’t realize the profoundness in such contest of words and thoughts. Both seems to me as tangibly intangible, the paradox, dreams comes and goes, and as far as memories are concerned they come and stay with us as much we allow to stay with us. The way we interpret our memories and then applying those thoughts deeply seated in our memory bank in putting our thoughts into real action that is what ultimately matters to make our dream come true…
Yes Mani, somewhere from the chrysalis of dream does the cycle of life commences it basic journey…few words but the choice of words I must say has been brilliantly done to depict that true nugget of little wisdom of life…
Have a creative weekend in silence of solitude.
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Lovely reflections Mani, I love the picture, so sagaciously chosen to symbolise your thoughts…dreams may be fragile but memories make them mammoth and they gleam through our little triumphs, smiling at us to reassure us – keep going, life is beautiful!
Another lovely, meaningful poem from you, Mani. ‘Dreams, I had them before I had memories’ This is my favourite line. I think this can be so true, because it is our dreams in our heads and in our sleep that can drive us to experience the world, and so create memories. But I also agree with your sentiment that dreams are memories and memories are dreams – that they feed off each other. When we make a memory, we also dream of another time when we may experience another happier moment or a moment just as pleasant 🙂
Thank you for such a wonderful comment, Mabel. It shows how deep your thoughts are! I wonder why don’t you try your pen with poems. I’m sure you’ll present us some lovely pieces in that genre as well… 🙂
One time at university I took a creative writing subject. As part of that subject I had to write a lot of poems, and my tutor gave me a pass, and I scored the lowest in class, and found it a struggle 😂 I will leave the poetry writing up to you, Mani. You capture feelings with it so well.
Powerful poem
It points out your lovely side 🤗
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Thanks so much for the warm words of appreciation… 🙂
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good one!
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Beautiful!!!
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very nice
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Amazing! Do check my blog too. We share a similar perspective about life
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Beautiful…Profound..And true!😊😊
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Again a beautiful poem…So deep and pure…:)
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Wnderful poem your words are very deep mean . Thank you for sharing your words..keep sharing
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Glad you liked them. Thanks so much for the words of appreciation… 🙂
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“Dreams, I had them before I had memories”….what a beautiful line Maniparna. I love this composition and with poem you share, you make me fascinated with your thoughts! Keep them coming…
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wonderful 🙂
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You can confine thousand emotions and put them all into all making a masterpiece out of it.Tumi shotti e onnono didi.
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beautiful…
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What beautiful words. Wondering if mindful presence is the bond that links our dreams and our memories. Our future and our past. This bond is continuously strengthened through hope and joy– things that transcend the many daily disconnects along the way.
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So pretty!
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Shrivelled dreams resurface as memories – love the fine, subtle manner in which you have conveyed deep sensibilities through the poem. Beautifully written.
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A wonderful poem Mani.. Hope you are well my friend.. Sending Love and Blessings your way xx Sue
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beautiful!
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Hi to my fave writer ❤ this is a beautiful poem… i love everything about nature… and you are natural 😊
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powerful words….keep writing
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memories on a journey of life…beautiful bestie and not just you the poems too 🙂
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The words are flawless and near perfection like the artist drawing art in canvas.
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So beautiful
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I like this piece Mani. And I agree with what Mabel said in her comment – there is a link between dreams and memories. it is difficult to know which comes first… although some of the dreams I have, I hope never come to fruition 😀
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You’ve beautifully portrayed transformation, Maniparna 🙂
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I have always had the fascination for the dichotomy in life and the paradox of living our life. The choice of words and words that gives our expression the true power to establish our scattered thoughts and here you have once again done with finesse.
Dreams vs. Memories, another wonderful contest of words and the deep thought that remains behind it, dreams before memories so beautifully crafted piece of thought, many times we just don’t realize the profoundness in such contest of words and thoughts. Both seems to me as tangibly intangible, the paradox, dreams comes and goes, and as far as memories are concerned they come and stay with us as much we allow to stay with us. The way we interpret our memories and then applying those thoughts deeply seated in our memory bank in putting our thoughts into real action that is what ultimately matters to make our dream come true…
Yes Mani, somewhere from the chrysalis of dream does the cycle of life commences it basic journey…few words but the choice of words I must say has been brilliantly done to depict that true nugget of little wisdom of life…
Have a creative weekend in silence of solitude.
😀
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Aha, the beauty of words and the magic of playing with them skillfully!
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So lovely.
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Wow! Good thoughts … emerged just like the butterfly from such a well woven chrysalis.
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Lovely lines! It starts with dreams and culminates into memories.
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Beautiful. The image a reflection of your poem and yes may we dream forever but alas it is not so.
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Lovely reflections Mani, I love the picture, so sagaciously chosen to symbolise your thoughts…dreams may be fragile but memories make them mammoth and they gleam through our little triumphs, smiling at us to reassure us – keep going, life is beautiful!
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This is masterful, Maniparna. I’m writing it down in one of my notebooks to cherish.
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This is simply wonderful 🙂 a transformation depicted beautifully!
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The weave of memories and dreams make a perfect cycle Mani!
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Love this!
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Very well written ….dreams are a wonderful part of the cycle of life
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Thanks a lot, dear Sara… ❤
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Beautiful writing about life ….
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Thank you!
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Wonderful! The life is a cycle of dreams and memories.
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Yes, always… we either have dreams or memories… 🙂
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That picture and your words are equally stupendous!:)
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Thanks so much, dear… 🙂
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My pleasure.
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🙂 …
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Another lovely, meaningful poem from you, Mani. ‘Dreams, I had them before I had memories’ This is my favourite line. I think this can be so true, because it is our dreams in our heads and in our sleep that can drive us to experience the world, and so create memories. But I also agree with your sentiment that dreams are memories and memories are dreams – that they feed off each other. When we make a memory, we also dream of another time when we may experience another happier moment or a moment just as pleasant 🙂
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Thank you for such a wonderful comment, Mabel. It shows how deep your thoughts are! I wonder why don’t you try your pen with poems. I’m sure you’ll present us some lovely pieces in that genre as well… 🙂
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One time at university I took a creative writing subject. As part of that subject I had to write a lot of poems, and my tutor gave me a pass, and I scored the lowest in class, and found it a struggle 😂 I will leave the poetry writing up to you, Mani. You capture feelings with it so well.
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Good one
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Thanks!
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Wonderful!!
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Wonderful
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Thank you… 🙂
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