Dreams Are Made Plans
Refrain … Stop… Don’t, your mind screams But how do you stop rivers flowing, How do you halt the process? Hold back seconds, minutes and hours? And stop the evolution of time? Can you desist from breathing? Without which you would die!
Entombed within your own fears A state of disparagement Are feelings of unworthiness.
Yet beneath the silent core Springs flow eternal Weaving and wending Bringing life to the surface In a quiet faraway land Where hopes are realities And dreams are made plans.
~*~ “Ali, Mere Dilbar Jaani, Mujhe tumse pyar hai bahut Sanam. Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho. Bin tere kuch nahin hai… Elga”
© Elga~Indigo~ 21 July 2005 – All rights reserved 03H51pm
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what a beautiful description of dreams.
You are a great poet!
Love your work'.
PEACE',
Rich Criso Suarez
would life be worth living? When concious we are empowered by our sub-concious where dreams reside. A brilliant poem with much to ponder! Thanks for sharing;-)
Love,
Eileen
This is lovely work. :) Powerfully penned, with a wonderful message--BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
Love Tinka
Felix