Let my dream come back.....

No more do I wish to hear...These noises I am unable to bear...Wish to rise above such pretence...Wish to get back the solemn silence...Need the sound free of all fear

A sound that’s music to the ear...

Since I heard the murmuring of the leaves...

Since I heard the murmuring of the leaves, I heard the buzzing of the bees and I heard the grumbling of the trees…..deep down the solemn silence of my heart....

I heard a thousand sounds rumbling…..it is growing louder by the second…tearing each part of me apart...

The whistling wind rushing by....the soft breeze touching by...

Ray of Hope.....

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I would be the surviver at the end of all stories....
You konw, hope stands for the personification of optimism...............

'Hope my dream is alive somewhere....... she would be back to my canopy.....

I am waiting for HER.... my beloved Dream .....

I dare to live..............

Stormy phase of my life.... I just wanted to welcome the storm....... so I was ready...

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise.....I saw the storm.. a silent storm...that winded me up within the tempest in my life. ..

I could understand there was a rainbow slowly fading throught the tears...

I was searching for a ablest navigator in my life... it was ofcourse my dream that could tell you every thruth of my life... because it was not an oneirism.... my dream was my love, my passion, my spirit and mirth, my glee and satisafaction .... all told, those were the truth of my life ...aah!!! Yet my dream is no more within me....

My dream could weep with pity and delight.... she should have blushed with love and shame.. her breathe could call me by my name.....but she no longer is there.....

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Many miles to go for me..... but how?.. I don't know....

But I have to be a surviver at the end of all........

Hope for today and on...............

Now I am beaming with hope....it is not a time for tears.......

Yet what I was.....????

Yet what I was?…nobody knows…..
After the death of my dream…none cared of my woes and heartache….I was the self-consumer of my misery….people forsook me in the lurch….....
I supposed to get vanished in the gray oblivion……or another option… that might be vaulted sky…..

Pangs of throes corroded me day by day….in front of me like the vapours tots…….

I never shammed my heartache….but along the whole scene I was trying to tread myself strongly….......

Leena Guha Roy

Oh! my dream....where r u?