The Difference
I try to imagine, my visions are not the same
I recharge my brain, my thoughts are not the same
I freshen up my mind, my memories are not the same
I close my eyes, my dreams are not the same
I know why !!
An attempted collection of some verses penned down by me in ink or voltages. Whatever be the form, choice of words or context; these have acted as the belvedere to vent out my thoughts and emotions.
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"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion"
Like a bird I soared
To my first flight
Scared as hell
Mind full of fright
Befuddled I was
Anxious and Jittery
Puzzled, when and how
Would life be glittery?
En-route be an angel
Overhear my plea
Am beseeching, O' Lord
Bestow upon me, the spree.
Pleasant as a boon
Came into my being
Life full of happiness
I started foreseeing
Fanciful as a tiny tot
Secluded from the world
Lost in my dream land,
Like a ballet dancer, I twirled.
The feeling of someone close
Embracing me with love
Being cuddled in adoring arms
Is ardent like heavens above
Too good to be true
Crossed are my fingers,
If this is a dream,
Hope it eternally lingers.