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Fireflies


When I wait for you in those lonesome nights,
When the sun doesn’t shine ever so bright,
When the moonlight hides somewhere in the skies,
Hope floats in just like fireflies.

When sleep would sulk and eyes sink,
When pillows would fight and dreams shrink,
When the sheets wouldn’t flutter in the skies,
Tears would watch those fireflies.


I ride on horses with flying wings,
And fly away with the melancholy swings,
In a dreamer's dreams,and touch doesn't lie,
Floating with the fireflies.

Like the bed-sheet sails, and the wooden box,
The jungle trails,and the lonely rocks.
Like swaying trees,and the caressing breeze,
Dew drops on grass and fireflies tease.

The night’s gone and the dawn is near,
My dreams are over, and the reality is clear.
Mornings never show the day,
But come darkness again,fireflies will light my way.






Gyanban Thoughts - hope is just like fireflies isnt it? In the darkness of life,when we have no hope, somewhere there are those beautiful fireflies reminding us of the impending light.
These few lines are dedicated to hope and positivity in spite of all odds, because I believe hope and positivity can be  mutually exclusive.
image courtesy: here.

Comments

  1. I loved, loved, loved this poem!! I recited it and got swept up in the dreamy, melancholic mood - I could picture the moon, and the swaying trees right before me! Brilliant!!

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  2. very nice. The tiny glimmer from the fireflies, the way they light up the dark with their incessant glowing does give hope. And they look beautiful, dont you think!

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  3. Your comment over at my end, brought me over to yours... Happy to see how the song spoke to you so deeply that it evoked such a beautiful rendition thence...

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  4. @Venice - thank you. I am glad you chose to fly with the fantasy.

    @Shilpa - Thank you.These are the small pleasures of life - often go unnoticed.They indeed add to the beauty arond us.

    @Hayaah - Yup the lyrics were so powerful,and I am o glad I could visit your blog.Inspiration often is found in the most unassuming places.

    @Tulika - Gracias.

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  5. A very beautiful poem and so very expressive, picturesque description of dreams, darkness and fireflies!! You do dream very well!!

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  6. :) It's humbling to be the source of any kind of inspiration... as tiny as this one, be as it may... Keep writing, beautifully so. I'll pop in whenever I'm on a browsing spree, inshaAllah, and when I do - I'll be sure to leave footprints behind...

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  7. @Nanka - thank you - yes indeed dreams are in technicolor.!

    @Hayah - the inspiration was from Faith Hill and I must compliment the lyrics were simply amazing.
    Please do drop in whenever you are on a browsing spree.

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  8. Extremely well written GB :-)

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  9. What a beautiful dream! Keep going, keep dreaming......that is how we move on !

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  10. Well written and I mean it :-)

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  11. @sudeshna - thank you.

    @Lonely Planet - Quite Right - thanks for appreciating.

    @Mubzie - Thanks a ton mate.

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