A Scattered Dream

My previous generations,
Wasted all the treasure of
those words,
So whenever I need to revile,
my words mute,
The raze if I wish to swallow,
Trillions of canes of drinks,
But in legacy I got only,
A few peg's of sanity,
Growing my insanity day by day,
When eyes watching the cloth of
the shirt you wear to weigh the class,
And it was taught,
Twenty four hours a day,
Success is only in counting coins,
And all dreams are,
Just to achieve,
But there was a scattered dream,
Between the earth and the sun,
Who wished only to loose,
Which I go on washing, to fade,
And still it come back,
Like a pole star on same spot,
Where every night I took some shelters,
Hiding the fact, even from myself,
That this dream is actually, I am, myself.

Reviews

[Ian Gilmour]

Dreams start and end with us. I think a lot of time, at least in American underdog hero culture, we believe that dreams are bigger than us and that we chase them but I believe the opposite. We grant them existence and therefore the power they hold over us is an illusion. We birth them, they are ours. Your poem seems to suggest this but it does so with subtle grace that works very well. Well done.

[hardeep sabharwal]

thanks a lot lan Gilmour :)

[Vishuddha]

Our ancestors might well have been wiser than we for they had fewer images, illusions, media, propaganda, maya in their world to take them away, to lead them astray. In today's world lies, deception and deceit lie over everything like a fine dust always present in the arriving wind. They wasted the treasures? So do we all. We have solved the secrets of the physical world. Everything is at our fingertips. Perhaps materialism is a bit of a madman and it is he who steals our sanity when we are reduced to measuring worth by counting coins. You seem to say that more no longer is your choice. You care, you wash, you clean until the colors fade, but, faithfully you keep the scattered dream to lose, to give away, detach, not tied to things, but dreams, which are the essence of ourselves. If I have read you right it is because you wrote it well and I applaud what you have said.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much for a fine review

[Wandervogel]

I am myself......very well written.....

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much

[Jesse Booker]

Very interesting. Good work!

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much :)

[M.A.Rathore]

Yes of course life is a kind of dream. As soon as we get up in our being it becomes so clear that all is but a day dream. And these dreams we follow all the life we may call it have to spend with this view.
Though the subject od the poem is very good. If you could divide your poem into stanza form it would be much better...
Thanks Hardeep for sharing so nice a poem!

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot :)

[M.A.Rathore]

You are welcome dear sir and friend...

[R Smith]

see through the veil of the ego and find that light within you that comes from God, to know your true self and turn away from the material world, its what i see here Hardeep, just my interpretation of your wonderful poem, thank you :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much Richard for a nice review

[Mayank]

'Trillions of canes of drinks,
But in legacy I got only,
A few peg's of sanity,
Growing my insanity day by day' ------ touche

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much

[George Peck]

Great poem very enjoyable to read. thank you for sharing.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much

[Luna Zerimar]

Scattered dreams are meant to stay broken.

I dunno. Just my opinion.

Amazing piece. x

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much

[Avinash]

Realization of self amidst the world of lies is the real truth. You need to understand their futility and liberate yourself to be your own and that will be the real discovery and then, you would shine like the Polar Star showing direction to others. Brilliant write my friend.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much Avinash for a lovely review