Dust Of Dreams Comments

A poignant poem. However, lucidity of expression makes it collosal.

This poem has a rhythmic musicality to it and an ambiguity of feeling. The overall composition is in a minor key but the major key peeks through, giving the poem a beautiful tension. In the best tradition of modernist verse, feelings and imagery are juxtaposed without resolution or a climax.

I just made a revisit, for this has been haunting me ever since I first read it. I leave with a sting in my heart. And I had omitted to mention the original image you have added to the poem. It enhances the experience, the expression.., the feeling

Outstanding poem, Nosheen. Heartfelt poem. while life spins out a symphony from fragments I gather in trembling palms the dust of my dreams

Thank you heartily Unnikrishnan for taking great pains to evaluate the poem so thoroughly though i could hardly make sense of it myself😜

Wonderful poem. Great write. Very philosophical. Captivating the readers’ hearts. Truly Nosheenic. A 100 and onto MyPoemList.

Part 5 And I gather the dust of my dreams in my trembling palms, for that is all left, of my life, my dreams, of my future.

Part 4 But, all is not lost. There is still the song of leaves, although they are dead leaves, just rustling. And “Life spins out A symphony From the fragments” Hope, at the end of the tunnel.

Part 3 These two lines create a horrendous imagery, shows how the world looks at the pathetic state of life’s losses. The unsympathetic world enjoys seeing the sorrowful state of others. Contd

Part 2 “moon standing afar gazes into my wounds shines brighter”- Moon is generally considered as the symbol of love. Here the image of moon “standing afar” (distancing herself from the narrator) tells us how loveless the life has become. Moreover, she gazes into “my wounds” (wounds of lost or unrequited love) and enjoys what she sees, for she “shines brighter “. (Contd)

Hi Nosheen, A very deep and serious look at the hard facts of life, where everything tends to fall apart. In very few words and coherent images, you have succeeded in capturing the sobs of a painful 💔 heart. “Each day peels away my hope” tells us how dreadful and hopeless the realities of life are. The way the three lines are constructed, says a lot. They reverberate like “sobs”. (Contd)