A tender poem about hope, healing, and the art of staying young at heart. “This reminds us that we don’t need wealth or miracles to begin again—sometimes, all we need is a forgotten dream, a little courage, and someone willing to share hope.

Visit My Dream Shop

Come closer, my friend.
Don’t cry for the past.
Live in the present,
and let hope light your path.

I’ve opened a little shop of dreams
where hearts can ask for more.
No glittering coins are needed here,
no wealth, no golden key—
just bring the dreams you buried once
and leave your doubts with me.

Upon my shelves, in jars of light,
I keep forgotten skies—
the laughter of childhood days,
the sparkle in young eyes.

I sell a balm for loneliness,
a song for silent pain,
and drops of joy gathered
from the fragrance after rain.

If you miss the sound of laughter,
I’ll give you some to keep.
If memories make your eyes grow wet,
I’ll teach your heart to weep—
for tears are not signs of defeat;
sometimes they wash the soul
and make a broken piece of life
feel beautiful and whole.

In one small corner,
I keep the art of living—
not to dwell in the past,
but to awaken the heart.

For youth is not the absence of age,
nor are wrinkles something to hide.
Youth is waking every morning
with a little dream inside.

So come, my friend.
Step inside.
The little shop is open.

I sell no miracles.
I make no promises.
I simply keep alive
the beautiful possibility
that tomorrow
may yet be kinder than today.

And if you have forgotten
how to dream,
I will lend you one of mine.

— Vijay Verma
www.retiredkalam.com

Categories: kavita

Tags: #creativity, #wellness, #poem, #emotion, #Life