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Dreams are becoming immense,
Reality is falling apart,
Soon needs to be fixed,
Nevertheless, like last.
The weight of hope grows tall,
While shadows creep and cast,
A fragile thread to hold,
Woven through the past.
The future seems so near,
Yet distant in its light,
We chase the endless echo,
Through the restless night.
Time will heal, or will it break?
The answer, still unknown,
But through the storm, we wander,
Until the seeds are sown.
Dreams may rise, or fall, or fade,
But still, we move, steadfast,
For in the quiet of the dawn,
We find our strength at last.
Reality is falling apart,
Soon needs to be fixed,
Nevertheless, like last.
The weight of hope grows tall,
While shadows creep and cast,
A fragile thread to hold,
Woven through the past.
The future seems so near,
Yet distant in its light,
We chase the endless echo,
Through the restless night.
Time will heal, or will it break?
The answer, still unknown,
But through the storm, we wander,
Until the seeds are sown.
Dreams may rise, or fall, or fade,
But still, we move, steadfast,
For in the quiet of the dawn,
We find our strength at last.
"Fragments of Dreams" reflects the silent stories of countless individuals whose dreams were left incomplete—not by lack of desire, but by the weight of reality, overthinking, and time slipping by. It speaks of the restlessness that comes from unfulfilled hopes, the quiet ache of trying to heal but never fully letting go. Yet, in the flow of time, we are still asked to move on—carrying with us the gentle burden of dreams that once were, and maybe, still are.
Pen name : Aalokya Mridula vaani
Pen name : Aalokya Mridula vaani
