Puisi Mengejar Mimpi Novels & Stories

How do you savor the night in its humid cloak of stars? Where are the clocks that tell us we’ll never be archaic? Inside your guerilla flame you sleep and somehow you are free with all but the dream of cockatoos and Lake Sebu. The moment I picture in my mind that dogs can fly because you close your eyes, your lips against a womanly mirage, you are your own moment. I am amazed by your peace and sleep and your breathing squarely in the quiet air.

"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.

Jitna dekhoon tumhe, utna khud se kho jaoon, Tum meri khud ki duaon ka jawaab ban jaoon. Barish ke qatre bhi tum par ruk gaye, Kismat ke likhe alfaaz tum mein juk gaye. Tum ek kitaab ho jo ab tak likhi na gayi, Tum ek khwaab ho jo ab tak jiya na gaya. --- (Translation) A face like the moon, a silence like snow, A glow in your eyes filled with untold stories. You are the prayer that explains the secrets of my heart, A song that even the wind hums softly.

"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.

That very summit looked so far away. The wind howled through the lower branches of the majestic trees and through half opened tents. Men gathered around fires, sat and sang songs: Green green grass & willows; Weaving my sorrow. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. Quietly waiting for your return. Quietly waiting for your return. Tell me, my dear. Won't you come home? Won't you come home? Your homeland is longing for thee. Your homeland is longing for thee.

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.