HOPES,DREAMS,REGRETS?

Hopes?
They are like clouds floating in the sky
Sometimes merging to be the elixir of life,
Sometimes making you yearn for raindrops of relief,
Yet all dark clouds have a silver lining
So negative thoughts shouldn't stop you
From looking at them!

Dreams?
They are like flowers growing in the garden
Nurturing and blossoming if you water
Else parching and withering,
Drooping if not taken care of.
Yet the hose of water lies in your hand
So don't stop watering them everyday!

Regrets?
They are lying somewhere in the trashcan
Recycling takes them to their right place
Or else they stink,
Making them worse!
Yet the quantity lies in your hand,
How many to pour in and how many to throw out!

THE POWER OF POETRY!



Poetry is the reflection of the soul
Mirroring all the trapped emotions,
Happiness and plight,
Which would else be chained
Like a bird in the cage

Poetry is the panacea
Which caresses all wounds
Inflicted by life
And recuperates the mind
From anxieties galore!

Poetry is the golden thread
Between your heart and words
A direct pump out of your feelings
Churned within every moment!

Poetry is laughter and exhilaration,
Peace and solace,
Grief and agony,
All jotted down at one place,
Engraved forever,
In the notebook of time!