I do not dream anymore

I do not dream anymore
Dreams,not achieved
Do not bother
And ruin my days
Know what will be said
Labels will be assigned
Disappointment, failure
Underachiever, indifferent

I do not dream anymore
Just so that you know
Have left those days behind
When I used to see
The reflection in the mirror
And not recognize the face
Looking back at me
A face defined by others

I do not dream anymore
Made peace with myself
No need to look at the mirror
Because I know in my heart
I will like what I will see

I do not dream anymore
Dreams that probably
Were not mine
To begin with
But hope, I still hope
And I know that
I will be able to live
Without my dreams
And make a life of it

I do not dream anymore
Now that learnt to love myself
I  learnt to love
And share my love
Without fear of
Acceptance or rejection
I do not dream anymore

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

12 thoughts on “I do not dream anymore”

  1. Perhaps the poem’s words of “not dream anymore” should be interpreted in a slightly different way here. What I see after reading this poem is the voice of someone who feels at peace with the inner self and life. I personally see this state of calmness as the startpoint of reflective thinking which I believe helps further creativity in any field. Instead, if we simply take the literal meaning of the three aforementioned words, the poem’s message sounds rather depressing at first sight. However, if we perceive these reflective lines as a stopgap to further walk of life we may be able to also see further and deeper in the poem as these lines here seem to indicate: “I do not dream anymore/ Dreams that probably/ Were not mine”. The voice of the poem is looking for the real self, not what others may want from that person who now recognises the own face in the mirror. The great question is: Are we really pursuing our own dreams or what others want to impose on us?

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    1. Your last line captures it well. Much of our life we dance to the tune played by others. If we don’t love ourselves (and I am not talking about being narcissistic), if we don’t know ourselves, how can we love others?

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