I would nurture the feeble dreams
Allow life to breathe some consciousness
Souls would not blossom
For lack of profundity in daily rigours
Only shadows, weakening life
Life gasping for air- some fresh air
Communications- the art of misdirection
Eloquent, but can rarely be trusted
In an echo chamber of arrogance
Pandering to deceitful ideologies
Truth, we want truth- echoes everywhere
Lack of it, or a few fancy stories
Nothing learnt, but oft-repeated
Unsettling history of conflict upheld in vain
Only I can choose to look there
Where my soul truthfully directs me
Towards those feeble dreams
For they will bring freedom
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
Nice one, Amitav. You might have read the poem by Edgar Allan Poe, ‘A Dream Within A Dream’. One of my all time favorites of Poe. The fine line between reality and dreams is so beautifully expressed as he says goodbye to a lady. One could literally feel Poe in this poem. And slightly different from his usual dark and macabre ones.
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Thank you so much, Deepa. It really means a lot. Oh yes, these are my favorite lines from the poem-
“I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp”
As you rightly pointed out, it was not usually Poe and his dark themes. This was different.
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How beautifully written! No words to express. The one and only Poe.
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Poe’s works are a treasure. His mind, the depth of his consciousness and his ability to understand human sentiments and beyond is phenomenal. A lot of people I have noticed cannot really interpret his work. He was brilliant!
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Aren’t we all?
Keep dreaming.
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Probably!
Poets and writers always dream.
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