1. randomrose · April 13, 2014

    Not toooo far I hope. Fair dreams must survive to balance reality.

    • anumshafique · April 13, 2014

      They should indeed. But some dreams take you far away from reality. So far, that you forget to live.

      • randomrose · April 13, 2014

        Oh yes, I can identify with that

        • anumshafique · April 13, 2014

          It is unfortunate how most people can.

  2. aliabbasali · April 13, 2014

    Something from the other side of the lens: https://plus.google.com/104231448955802185776/posts/E5y3ceBeCAR

  3. fergusandthedruid · April 13, 2014

    Reminds me of this quote and three poems from an old post of mine that’s currently set to private. Just some encouragement. I hope what is best for you becomes your reality Anum, whether that’s reckoning your dream worthy of working heartily towards reconstructing in reality, or wrecking it with your post’s random thoughts requiem. I wish you the best where ever dreams and reality take you, and look forward to your future posts along the roads you take 🙂


    “A Friend’s Illness”
    by William Butler Yeats

    Sickness brought me this
    Thought, in that scale of his:
    Why should I be dismayed
    Though flame had burned the whole
    World, as it were a coal,
    Now I have seen it weighed
    Against a soul?

    “Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.”
    – Lao Tzu

    “25-Set Haiku – Manifesto of Residue: Chapter II″
    by Ry Hakari

    Soul grieves heart bereaved
    Deeply deceived, beliefs cleaved?
    Strength clings — Swans may sing

    Cultural vultures’
    cynical criticism,
    cutting to the bone

    God picks souls, not bones
    Monsters, in our flesh closets
    ’til paradigms shift

    The tide stirring sticks
    jarring loose change, seasoning
    cryptic nuances

    So it seems beneath
    reality’s fraying, dreams
    sew its seams secure

    In the sleeper cell
    of winter willow, where stirs
    awake—the centrifuge

    Long frozen silent
    center blue of twenty-one’s
    gyre desires

    Searing augery
    Sauntering so austerely
    Seering amphorae

    Currency’s currents
    suggest silence is golden,
    yet the goose is gone

    I could egg her on
    but she’d get egg on her face
    from lips still sealed shut

    Paying lip service
    but there’s many a slip twixt
    the cup and the lip

    Lot fällen, Gott hat
    The pleasant lot has fallen
    to intersection

    Such beautiful things
    seen and sought for harvesting
    outside EverEve

    Formative mornings:
    Retaining meditations
    consciousness relieves

    In forgetful liss,
    the slip of the sharpening
    of subconsciousness

    I half remember
    when fully awake, when half,
    I was enlightened

    Who here can explain
    love with our languid language
    and their mind’s eye blind?

    Pangs plumb the bloodlines
    of clotted loves not yet lost
    circling the drains

    Is guidance obscured
    by God’s stylized ‘beguiling’?
    Or is more revealed?

    Clouds score, winds rend more
    Silhouettes spill secrets stored
    Heaven’s shadowed course

    Silence that breaks dawn’s
    caterwauling down the walls
    of future’s forestalled

    Sighing anima
    mindlessly ignoring lines
    said without thinking

    ‘Quotes’ misunderstood
    as the ‘general rules’ as
    their generals rule

    Beware watering
    guarantees deceitfully
    with salty promise

    Sabotage some dreams,
    God will act, pulling deeper
    in love’s mystery

    “Sonnet XXIX: I Think of Thee”
    by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    I think of thee!–my thoughts do twine and bud
    About thee,as wild vines, about a tree,
    Put out broad leaves, and soon there’s nought to see
    Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
    Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
    I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
    Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly
    Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
    Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
    And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee
    Drop heavily down,–burst, shattered, everywhere!
    Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee
    And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
    I do not think of thee–I am too near thee.

    • anumshafique · April 14, 2014

      Thank you for sharing. 🙂

  4. alwayslittlepieces · April 13, 2014

    Dreams, so hard to push away. In our sleep I wonder; what I of I dreams them?
    Thank-you for your thoughts,

    • anumshafique · April 14, 2014

      Thank you Tara for reading and sharing yours too! 😀

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