Sunday, 15 November 2009

Reincarnation

No matter how
Each time
A dream of mine
Is killed
By this world
Filled with
Insecurity

Somewhere
Unknowingly
A new thought takes
Its first faint breath
Growing up into
A new dream…
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21 comments:

  1. Just Me15 November 2009 at 20:03

    I love this one.

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  2. Maurice Lauher15 November 2009 at 21:27

    and thus flows life, thanks for a lovely poem

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  3. Amit Kumar Das15 November 2009 at 23:29

    Dream to dust
    Dust to dream
    Life lingers long
    just to taste the cream .... keep walking!!!

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  4. RHYTHM AND RHYME16 November 2009 at 01:22

    Hang on to those dreams it's what keeps us going through the not so good times.
    Most enjoyable poem.

    Yvonne.

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  5. Jukota16 November 2009 at 05:13

    Each time a dream dies it makes room for a new dream to be born. Each time a dream is fulfilled, it reaches out to bring another dream along with it. So we can't lose, right? Nice!

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  6. A Mother Always16 November 2009 at 05:54

    Continue to dream
    a poet you seem
    set life to rhyme
    for all of time..

    Thank you for visiting.
    BM

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  7. Sherri B.16 November 2009 at 06:38

    I love the hope in this poem...very uplifting. Beautiful read!

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  8. Karthik Kotresh16 November 2009 at 07:50

    Dreams keep us awake!
    Short and crisp poem. Loved it!

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  9. Loch Rob16 November 2009 at 12:30

    Nicely done. Dreams allow us to become more than life sometimes allows. To dream is to live boldly.

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  10. Amity16 November 2009 at 18:43

    and thus a new life is born...:)

    i am a dreamer, and i always dream to be a better one after this life!

    nice take on the prompt!

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  11. Sasidharan Cheruvattath16 November 2009 at 21:59

    beautiful thoughts in a few words.I find an allusion to eternity, and immortal hope.

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  12. A Cuban In London17 November 2009 at 01:24

    I loved the cyclical nature of this poem and the determination behind it. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  13. Jeeves17 November 2009 at 02:59

    Lovely

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  14. SandyCarlson17 November 2009 at 15:27

    Which is a very, very good thing.

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  15. Tumblewords:17 November 2009 at 20:28

    Hope and dreams - good!

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  16. Cassiopeia Rises18 November 2009 at 10:14

    Dreams ,dreams,dreams. Wouldn't it be lovely if they all came true. Well done.

    love,Melanie

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  17. gautami tripathy19 November 2009 at 05:31

    Like this!

    time and time again

    Kill Word Verification

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  18. gabrielle20 November 2009 at 15:10

    Hope is a thing with wings!

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  19. gabrielle20 November 2009 at 16:22

    Dreams born of dreams! You must be a wonderful gardener. Beautiful!

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  20. Rohit24 November 2009 at 06:38

    and then he said" let there be dreams "..loved this one ..excellent!

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  21. Sumi Mathai2 December 2009 at 04:47

    loved this one. beautiful. one must go on with life no? and there must be some back up.some support to buoy u up every time u think u r drowning.dreams !! very nicely written

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