Are they just dreams...? A hint of reality unknown? What produces these emotions and thought processes?
It is an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
Arthur Conan Doyle (1859–1930)
Appearance
Beware that you do not lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.
Aesop (lived 6th century BC), Greek writer.
In Silence We Dream
In silence we dream Wading through the rivers of our minds Swimming the oceans vast Searching, looking Elusive are shadows of our thoughts Often dipping behind the mountains of our dreams At times so stealthily they encroach As we catch but glimpses Through masked nights When they walk the tightrope of the stars Into the cosmos Calling out In silent thoughts Yet they are heard Through our streams of consciousness Arms reach out Feel the touch So vibrant so near Heartbeats pounding Reverberating within Fires we both know Insatiable passion Reaching into our raging desires.
~*~ “Ali, Meri Dilbar Jaani, Mujhe tum se piyar hai bahut Sanam. Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho. Bin tere kuch nahin hai… Elga”
"mountains of dreams" , "masked nights".... Dear Elga, there is no doubt that your poems are very powerful. The theme, the rhymes, the metaphors and above all the feeling they leave on the reader.... I also enjoyed reading the Urdu lines at the bottom. Do you write in Urdu also.
we may dream in silence but their insatiable roar leaves us in awe and passionately desiring their completion and evaluation ...excellent dream analysis ...
This is an awesome write, Elga. The dream so often becomes the true reality of our lives. We are bonded to our "One" and will feel the call to them always, though sometimes they appear only in our dreams.
Take care,
Sherry
Damn! Reaching out and shoving aside the haziness of the cloudy dreamscape and pulling it closer to take a much better look. And the look seen is shared with us, giving the reader a vision of such exquisite, sexual precision that it is hurtful to dwell there very long. Outta sight!
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Paul;-)
Take care,
Sherry
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Felix
This is a stunning composition, richly illustrated and written. Siggghhhhh....beautiful!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
God bless,
Sandie.
Wens ek weet wat onderaan staan....vertaal asseblief!!
Love Tinka
Awesome!!! :D