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Not all days are the same.
Drifted by the fierce winds
cold fumes rose from
the rusted memories
painted in burnt umber,
and covered the harmonious pasture.
Lingering between
dream and nightmare
Some thoughts slip
in the quiet
and do this to me.
Was it a dream,
Or a fake reality?
It still makes me feel...
Alive..!
~~payal~~
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ReplyDelete:)
DeleteBeautiful lines..especially the closing...!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Naba..:)
DeleteYou should feel proud that your mind still resonates with others' pain , others' pleasure.
ReplyDeletePoet is the most responsible member of the society and his/hers poems should empathise with others.
Thanks dada. :)
DeleteWhat a wonderful poem, resonating with emotion.
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
DeleteNot all the days are the same indeed. There are ups and downs. But they're all to make us who we are.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your weekend! :)
Indeed! Thanks. :)
DeleteThis is precious, Payal. Beautiful lines. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Vinitha. :)
DeleteLife and it's strange ways..
ReplyDelete:) Thanks.
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