I saw a dream yesterday,
The one which is recurrent,
With every passing night,
It lives.
With every passing day,
Within me burns.
Burns with the passion,
To become a reality.
Not tethering into constraints,
Not stashing in frailty.
I will one day,
Turn into my life.
My recurrent dream,
Into my further living breaths of life.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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