The fabric of my dreams

Just felt like writing as Haresh said he is looking forward to something new put up by me! Thanks Haresh. Moreover this was haunting me yesterday.

The fabric of my dreams

Has been tattered

By the bony fingers of fate

It is threadbare

Through constant abrasion

Against harsh reality

The vibrant colours have faded

As it is weather beaten

It can't cocoon me in warmth

Against frigid desolation

Nor give embalming shade

Against scorching glare

It can't waft me into flights of fancy

Like a magic cloak

It is about to come apart.

 

 

 

Reviews

(I feel like a spoiled 5 year old brat asking for my favorite food)

Each of your work always carry a certain cultural color that I always enjoy reading through, and it is carried through words.

Quite like getting a nice whiff of sandalwood scent drifting through friendly air.

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This poem has gotten me off staring at a wall, and daze, reflecting on what is affecting inside.

I can see the message real well, and like the cultural undertone, it carries itself in friendly air, a memory, perhaps, of being in a certain state once upon a time.

(the organ of smell has 10,000 sensory glands each only gets activated if an appropriate molecule fits in. This means that there are 10,000 smells of which we have no word of, but are familiar because of memory. This memory, is the main reason why when we smell the summer breeze, the day after the rain, and even the temple, do we get very nostalgic. It becomes a tranquil experience if that scent is attached to a positive memorial situation)

Great choice of words, great form, very well imparted message.

This is a wonderful piece.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This is again a very well written piece...I saw a sense of pain and grief in it as if it's about some broken dream (I'm so sorry if it's true) .Well, I agree that living with a broken dream is the worst thing to happen!
But, Again I found a great feel with an huge sense of optimism in it..And it is such a unique thing to experience two totally different feel in a same write.Also, I got the taste of a cultural blend in it!
Awesome work ! :)
Really, I loved it :)

[poddar kushal]

it is well written and leaves an after taste in my palet unlike others

[Carole]

There's nothing worse than having dreams come apart and shattered. If this is truth, I am sorry. Disappointment is hard to deal with, but I suppose we have all had to deal with measures of the same. It's a part of life, and though none of us like to look at it, it is the imperfectness of our worlds and the disappointments that strengthen us in the long run and develop perseverance on the inside of us. Countless thousands of people can relate with this write, because who among us have not experienced the dashing of dreams?? Thanks for sharing, Raj! God Bless...

[Floating on the feather..]

This is so beautifully put together..The moment i read the title of this piece, i knew its something which will not be good a well written piece but it will be something which will let me know more of the world, the illusions that we proudly carry, the happiness that is ever-fading, the pain that is ever-growing....

This is lovely.I liked all the lines but these ones just dint let my eyes drift....

The fabric of my dreams

Has been tattered

By the bony fingers of fate

It is threadbare

And i very much liked Nuala's suggestion. Definitely they are your dreams, you see them and you can only blow life into them.

[Phil Sanders]

Deep and meaningful with so much angst .. wonderful ....

[None]

That fabric may be thin but it is so thin you could make butterfly wings and fly with it!! It's your fabric, only yours. No one can take that away from you unless you give them permission. Wear your threadbare garment and hold your head high! You are a remarkable lady!! God loves you, Rajrupa.
Your poem is distinctly yours with a special story and emotions. Watch out for those dreamcatchers--they block out the good and bad dreams. You want the good ones. :)
Shine on, when it's so hot out your thin fabric allows you to breath.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Beautifully penned. Thank you for sharing. Debileah