I parked my dream
with my brand new, white cycle
It still whispers through
the pores of my skin, nudging,
reminding: dreams never die.
***
caged in metaphors
content with the flight they took
all dreams have melted.
a cauldron of charred moments –
the only reality.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt WDYS – 357.
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A very evocative piece Balroop. The second stanza is very touching. Thanks for joining in.
Thank you for sharing your kind thoughts, Sadje. 🤗
My pleasure ♥️
Wonderfully written piece, Balroop! 👍☺️
Thank you Aptivi.
My pleasure Balroop ☺️
The first one is full of hope and the second is sad. Two opposites set together in one frame. Beautifully written as always.
Thank you Smitha. 🥰
“cauldron of charred moments” – profound✨✍
Thank you Jude.
My pleasure always🙏🏾
Very nicely done, Balroop.
Thank you Chris.
Beautiful, Balroop. We always need to be reminded that dreams never die.
So true!
great thoughts… making me pedal my white cycle faster longer!
😆 take care! Too much speed is not good.
Wonderful poem and message, Balroop. Your first verse pulled me in!
Thank you Lauren. 🤗