Mysterious Gleam

An inquest into my inner realm
revealed a mysterious gleam 
reflecting from the fragments
of a cracked essence of now.
I was there in your dream,
I am here in this now and
left non erasable, in future,
as tiny dots of  consciousness.


About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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3 Responses to Mysterious Gleam

  1. Honorable Poetess Piusha Singh,
    I am reading your verse after a long time, though, I am not keen in getting a response to my comments, I feel strongly now and every other hours, that I must write on all your poems from beginning to end, I understand that you are tied up your professional work which is more vital for your day today life, only one request, at-least keep writing one poem in your star cluster, believe me, you never come to know on your abilities and potentialities, It is someone else who will pinpoint that, and surely I am no one to bring you to higher levels, I keep a low profile, never expect anything from any one, My aim is to propagate and involve in poetry.
    Referring to your poem, you could have continued a bit more deep into the themes, Dreams are a very appealing feature of the human mind. Every dream you have ever had has the very same roots, causes, and workings that, if you are aware, can be seen and traced back to your daily life. The major purpose of dreams is to resolve unfinished thoughts left over from the day before. They occur every night, but we only remember certain ones for their strange nature, desirable experience, or fearful story lines.
    While you are dreaming, your intelligence is collecting all the unfinished thoughts from the day before. Perhaps most importantly, however, it is collecting the small, seemingly insignificant and unresolved thoughts and superimposing them onto a story that makes sense to you, at the time, during the dream, your brain accepts the story in context, when you wake up, and logic is applied, it stops making sense,
    Now that your brain has a story to associate those loose thoughts with, they can be stored as a single memory, the dream’s storyline, rather than a bunch of scattered details. So, essentially, this is the caretaker of the mind. He’s going around, picking up little unfinished art projects, personal issues, and puzzling ideas and mashing them all together into a story.
    Whatever other comment or keep silent, I am of the opinion that your short inspirations are amazingly superb, you may realize this only when you get a better appreciation from a world renowned author in future.
    Regards & Love
    Just a well-wisher and admirer of your poems.


  2. Piusha Singh says:

    Thank you William for your kind remarks,this was written after a long gap,sometimes short verses convey a lot than a book.But I am honored every time reading your comments.God bless.


  3. I love short verses as always, especially Haiku's, You may try some in google plus, Regards WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,


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