Puisi Mengejar Mimpi Novels & Stories

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

"What do you think, Mommy?" Marilyn giggled. "Then I'll try too." The four of them dissolved into laughter, a picture of perfect harmony. Lucy switched off her phone. She gathered every gift Steven had ever given her, every letter he had ever written, carried them to the rooftop, and set them all on fire. Ten years' worth of memories. There was so much. It took her an entire night to burn them all. Maybe even the heavens wanted to help. As dawn approached, rain poured over Hartemis City. The ashes were washed away, leaving no trace behind.

guDiyaa Doll man men tarangen uTHne lagii hain Waves have begun to roll through my mind yeh kaisii yeh kaisii Of what sort, of what sort ab jaisii huun pahale nahiin thii I was never like this before main aisii main aisii I'm like this, I'm like this khilne lagii hain raahon men kaliyaan Buds have begun to bloom on the paths aankhiyaan DHuunDHe sapnon ki galiyaan My eyes seek the lanes of my dreams “Wow guys! This is our star performer.” Mandira said and I glared at her.

Tuberose, your allure captivates my very core, And until our paths converge, I'll yearn for more. So, I'll continue on this quest, with determination true, To unravel the mystery, to discover the real you. Until that moment arrives, when the veil is finally shed, I'll cherish your words, Tuberose, in my heart and in my head. For in the realm of poetry, our souls do intertwine, A connection forged through words, a bond divine. And as I navigate this world, seeking your true name, I'll carry your essence, your spirit, within the poet's flame. =======

♫ A story, A story, A story to tell The young ones; their eyes are sparkling like gold and diamonds. Happy dreams and laughing smiles, The truth of today is far from reality. Souls wander about the earth, searching for what is not to be. Can hope be restored? Can peace shower on us like rain; comforting our souls- our tired souls? A story, A tale. Could it be a fantasy? Is it just a mere wish? How can I smile a happy smile? When will I drink the milk of peace?

My fingers traced them instinctively, my lips parting as I translated aloud. ’Where waters dream beneath the sky, A gate will open when souls fly high. The flower burns, the spirit lifts, To realms unseen through ancient rifts. In the stillest lake that does not freeze, The kingdom lost is all one seeks. When stars align and breath is stilled, The heart is drawn where time is spilled. Petals float through astral streams, Awake the night, ignite old dreams. Through mountain mist and water deep, The soul may climb, the flesh must sleep.

Like a painting. “You slipped away from my guard. I’ve spent the past 2 hours chasing you around a ballroom. Never quite catching you.” He dips his head to whisper in my ear. “Like chasing a dream.” I close my eyes and press my body flush against his. In my heels I’m only about an inch shorter than he is. “A dream?” “A dream. You enjoy it while it’s happening but you can’t hold on forever. And once it’s done you try so hard to get it back but you can’t.”

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

(BROKEN) ALL I wanted it to be happy and to be with the one I love. To be happy is all that I need, is all I wished to have, and is all I want to be. I never wished for anything in my entire life, but to be happy, but why is it that, that simplest dream wouldn’t be mine to have? I’ve been dreaming of that precious dream of mine ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been chasing that dream, but now, as this pain is killing me now, chasing that dream will never be mine in mind anymore. I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of asking, and I’m tired of chasing the dream that will never be mine. I’m done waiting, I’m done asking, and I’m done trusting.

Wo Benaam Si Koi Jusatju Wo Apne Aap Se Guftgun Tujhe Chhoo Liya To Mujhe Laga Din Aa Gaye Hai qarar Ke. Kabhi Khwab Mein Ya Khayal Mein... Na Mili thi tum, to tha jee raha Na milogi to, na jee paoonga... Meri trishnagi ko jagaa diya Tere saath ne, tere pyaar ne... Kabhi Khwab Mein Ya Khayal Mein... Oh god!! Was this gazal written on my situation?? I tried to sleep as I had to leave early, but I kept thinking about her and slipped into slumber finally.