Wednesday, January 14, 2015


My dreams bite me
Dreams scathe me
I was burnt by dense fumes of my mind
Who collected,
Who coagulated
And made my sight misty
Fumes of dreams,
Baked on the heat of desires
Fumes of dreams,
Clot reality from my life.
My Mind and my body detached
My mind in the vapours
My feet floored, away from mind
I run,
I run wild!
Run with all my might!
With the sky I rhyme
With trees I twine
I look for you
But you, only in poetry,
shadows of you I find...

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