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| Pradeep Biswal |
FORGOTTEN DREAMS
Dreams once forgotten
Appear again from nowhere
Where sunlight dripped gold
Reflect on the slow-moving streams
A whisper arises
From the oldest of trees
In the currents of the softest breeze.
It’s the tale of a forgotten clock
With no sounds
Its gears turning slow
Watching the moments eternally flow.
It’s a garden where
Shadows danced in the dew
And flowers stare at the skies
They once knew.
A book lies gathering dust
Holding stories
Told many times
But forgotten long before.
For once upon a time
Isn’t always of sweet
But of moments unburdened
Bathed in soft light
The secrets of the mountains
Held deep in their stone
And songs the wind sing
When it wandered alone.
Do listen intently
Beyond what you see
The echoes of time
Manifest in moments of silence.
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REFLECTIONS
The dust motes dance in sunlit beams
Across the room where silence rules.
In that stillness soft and deep
The echoes of time resonate.
A scent of rain on parched earth sighs
A melody that softly lies upon the air
A whispered tune spreads
Beneath the silver afternoon.
A faded photograph appears showing
A smile held back through passing years.
The lines etched deep around the eyes
Reflect the sorrows of the past
All those lost memories.
A half-read book upon the shelf
As if a moment paused a former self.
The thoughts that bloomed within
Reflect the years unwind.
The laughter rings in the air
Like a distant chime
Across the corridors of time.
The tears that fell on the ground
Their stories the old shadows can tell.
Each object holds a memory's gleam
A waking from a distant dream.
The past is a mirror clear and vast
Holding the moments fading fast.
And in these mirrored depths one sees
The past present and future
Like a gentle guide and a sincere friend
It’s a journey without end.
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LIVING ON THE MEMORIES
I live on my memories
Each fading photograph
A story etched in time
A symphony of echoes
A sweet forgotten chime.
The touch of the unseen hands
Banishes all the fears.
The turbulences and the heartbreaks
Are lessons understood
I walk through sunlit gardens
Where blossoms have long died
And hear the whispers of the wind
Where once love did reside.
The scent of morning coffee
A comfort in the chill
Providing warmth beside me
My aching heart to console.
You may say
I am a prisoner of the past
But these are not just remnants
Too beautiful to cast.
They are like bricks and mortar
The essence of my being
A lifeline to the future
Forever I'll be living.
Let the world move onward
On its own dictates
I'll find my solace softly
In these cherished moments.
Left to myself
A quiet joy I find
I live on my memories
Leaving nothing behind.
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