Wretched dreams and wishes denied,
Countless nights, alone I cried
Much as I wished, I couldn’t fight,
The aperture of hope, as it grew so tight
Wretched dreams, on optimism’s spire,
Come and light my funeral pyre
O’er truth’s grave, the dreams are bland,
The mourner’s favorite one night stand
Wretched dreams, incessantly stare,
Till they damage you beyond repair
The orphaned ones, await embrace,
Quit dreaming now, avoid disgrace.
Wretched dreams, don’t seem to die,
Reality’s undertow, they always belie
All I see now, are wicked illusions,
Visions of gaiety and infinite confusions.
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
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