Life,
An infinite search
Of what I cannot be
rather than what I can be
Dreams,
Unrevealed to anyone..
Got arrested inside
a pearl oyster...
May be one day
the paining oyster
drop a gem
Hope,
A small summer leaf
-clinging to the
dying cork,
with the expectation of
reunion with the winter
Love,
like dark and thick clouds
that will never rain
But hide the shining stars
from the sky
Past,
Like violent waves
Lashed on the rocks…
Like a silent flower
Smiled at butterflies,
…A fading picture
Like Monalisa’s art…
Again life,
An endless path,
In search of extremities...
Facing the sky..
Aiming the stars..
Chasing my dreams……….
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