Poems...where dreams come true

Every poem is the continuation of a dream

You begin with a dream and end up with a poem

Dreams vanish once you wake up

While the poems still ooze from your fingers

And what do I do- when Iam confronted with dreams and poems?

I bury some of them in my poem

I bury some of them in my dream.

For the kind attention of those people who show the kind- heartedness to check this blog and those people (or should i say Rahul chettan) who was kind enough to post in the blog...I did not write this poem.

This poem was written by my classmate SOYA.

ESR was introducing us to the rhythmical verses of Hopkins when my eyes got locked on the lines scribbled by Pramod on our brand new whiteboard..."Nobody comes, Nobody goes,Nothing to be done, Its awful"...how pessimistic is that??

So I was pestering everyone in class for a 'positive' quote. Asha had a brilliant idea...what about the message forwards? Well...I had only sardarji jokes and others just didnot respond[:(] and then I heard Soya repeating the first line of the poem and I promptly rubbed off Pramods "meaningless life" (quote) and wrote it. Soya showed me the rest of the poem later and I was impressed...good work soya!!!

And this is my way of encouraging you. So the 'bloggers' of the institute, please post your comments...you maybe nurturing a poet in the making.