Thursday, June 23, 2011

Hope

The dream was shattered again.
Like a withered leaf;
Crushed by an innocent passerby.

The canvas was empty again
Like a castle of sand;
Swept away by the sea waves.

But the eyes are ready again
To paint some new dreams
With the hues of hope and faith.

11 comments:

Arshi said...

Beautiful lines, full hope and life :)

ஸ்வரூப் said...

:-)

that's how the next story begins

Balachandran V said...

That's human spirit, to build castles in sand again; and again. Let the waves take it away, but between one wave and the next, the castles were there...

Beautiful lines, Kalpanaji!

Kalpana said...

:-) Thanks a lot Balanji........

Sid said...

Nice thoughts,lovely expressions...

Lil Miss Sarcastic said...

'Painting dreams with hues of hope and faith'
Loved it! :)

manikchand said...

Dreams are made to shatter
like glass pipettes
Likewise,
contours in the sand

A canvas
however
another story,
altogether

P. Venugopal said...

Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
The blue hills beyond the smoke of the steel works,
The birds who go on singing to their mates in peace, war, peace,
The ten-cent crocus bulb blooming in a used-car salesroom,
The horseshoe over the door, the luckpiece in the pocket,
The kiss and the comforting laugh and resolve—
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder...

Kalpana, I looked up this poem by Carl Sandburg on reading your beautiful poem. Keep hope flying, dear friend.

Kalpana said...

Hey Sid thanks a lot .... it seems you are reading my blog after long time.

@Lil Miss.. thanks for visiting and hope you'll continue visiting

@ Manikchand: We all think differently and also relate to things differently isn't it.

@ Venuji: Your comments are always very inspiring. To be honest I wait desperately to read your comment.

P. Venugopal said...

Thank you, Kalpana. Sometimes I am slow coming round to my friends' blogs. Life of a journalist can become hectic on some days, often for several days at a stretch. Sometimes, even if I read I may not have time to comment. I know you are honest.

anilkurup said...

I'm afraid I'm coming in here pretty late.
The words you coined into a spell binding rainbow of human spirit is truly as beautiful as a rainbow can be.
Wonderfully expressed and the only way forward hope.