Broken Dreams - Visitor's Poem

by Barnali Saha
(Nashville, TN, USA)

What broken dreams fill my mind?
Like darkness in a drab room.
The pillowy softness of the shattered vagaries,
The reveries, the whimsical fancies of my clodpated mind.
My doltish, sottish, little mind.
I stand beside the window and see the street lights,
Sheaves of broken dreams, lambent cute and bright.
I am not Cassandra, I cannot prophesies,
My clairvoyance, my sagacity fail me.
A brilliant-black, nebulous sheet of distinction
Between pride and conceit lies.
I fail to understand that, I fail to recognize.
As I look out, I see grey clouds nibbling the sky,
The black mix with the grey and make it duller, brighter.
I now hear the roaring winds,
The lightening flashed,
The sky rained on me in torrents.
Sweeping away my old dark dreams, my broken chimerical fancies.

By
Barnali Saha
Nashville, TN

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Photograph by me.

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Based on a work at www.sulekha.com.