Broken Dreams Poetry Novels & Stories

The heart screams The rejection of peace To me From me Each new day But then till I live Will I be dust Each new way No success new Reaches me Despite Huge attempts My sweat does make My heart does make I am paralysed Or am I dead I don't even know A moment When I enjoyed life Without a breakage As threat If this is life What is death What is end What is dullness When this is light Of my life I am frail now I know I am weak I know the cause Of my every disease Is mental unease But I still won't complain I still won't complain Till fire extinguish My dreams To dirt, it will be All expectations from me With encouragement Only as a dream How long will I live How long will I blame One day At res

and a tear™ ™Wanders aimless from street to street™ ™Belonging to all yet none to call my own™ ™Wanders aimless from street to street™ ™With the beloved, no union nor separation, prisoner of love never unchained™ ™ Your promise of appearing in a dream, Keeps sleep far from my eyes™ ™The breath I take quickens, My pulse becomes fainter still™ ™What does this crazy wanderer seek? What does this crazy wanderer seek? ™Where is my home? He asks every passer-by™

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

I'm no more a failed person with fragile wings I won't break now I've soared high breaking and aching still I hold on to fly drenched in all my hues of love ,bruise and healings I have learnt to bloom like a flower after the autumnal winds but I forgotten the truth that I'm already a dried flower no more pure no more real my life is a lie moreover I'm the biggest lie when I learned to walk I never known I'm already fallen in deadly trap when I thought I will be able to run I'm no longer member of this world let me pay for my sins........

“You align.” My muscles burn. My lungs scream. Sweat stings my eyes. More than once, I collapse to my knees, breath tearing in and out of me like it has somewhere urgent to be. Each time, I get back up. At night, I barely sleep. When I do, the dreams come again. Different this time. Not just destruction, but moments before it. Choices presented. Words unsaid. Hands reaching and pulling back. I start to understand. It is not power that destroys.

“But if you do… you’ll never forgive me.” And in that fragile space—between truth and illusion—I felt it. Not love. Not yet. But recognition. > “Tell me,” I begged. But he only said, “Sleep now. While you still can.” --- That night, I dreamed. Of mirrors that bent the sky. Of blood that sang in my veins. I stood barefoot in a room of endless white. Dozens of brides passed me—soulless, eyeless, dressed for death. One by one, they walked into a pit of obsidian shadow.

Veyra's sleep was restless that night, tangled in the web of dreams. As always, they were dark and cryptic, a reflection of the chaos that stirred inside her. Her body was still, but her mind raced, locked in an endless dance of shadows and light. The familiar sensation of a presence far more powerful than anything she had encountered before lingered in the dream, like a weight on her chest. The image was clear—a pair of eyes, silver flames flickering at the edges, burning through her thoughts. A voice, like cracked stone, whispered to her, "The chains are breaking."

she corrected. The lake faded as the moonlight dimmed. And the truth settled into my bones like ice. I jolted awake with a sharp gasp. My head throbbed as my heart ached. And the weight of the goddess’s words crushed me completely. This was definitely not a blessing but a curse. But knowing that didn’t make it hurt any less. And as I lay there, staring into the darkness, one thought echoed louder than the rest… How many bonds must break before the real one survives?

No arm draping across my waist like it had the night before. No whispered goodnight. No silent apology. Just me. Alone with my fear. Alone with the memories of everything we’d almost had — and everything we stood to lose. At some point, I drifted into a restless sleep. And when I dreamed, it wasn’t of sunshine or laughter or all the little stolen moments we’d built between the cracks. It was of glass breaking. Of rooms full of strangers whispering behind manicured hands. Of Reid standing at the other end of a long, endless hallway.

Her broken dreams and the love that eluded her were painfully brought back to memory with every heartbeat. Her spirit seemed irreversibly damaged; it had previously been so strong and full of optimism. Her world's brilliant hues had faded to a dull gray, and the future she had previously looked forward to felt like a far-off dream. Alone to navigate the rubble of her broken existence, she was a woman adrift in a sea of grief, abandoned by the one person she had trusted with her heart.