I am glad for those foggy nights,
And those dim lights,
When I felt your soft touch beside me,
Where you and I in those eccentric moments became we,
When I felt every single one of those unspoken words,
That you and I've said so many times in my dreams of another realm,
But that shall never become reality,
Even I do not wish for it as you already seem so happy,
In your dreams for they seem so real,
But in mine you remain the Alice of my wonderland,
So surreal.
Prologue:
Now I fret again for the smoky hues,
For I am glad for those smoky nights,
And those dim lights,
For there again you shall be,
With those eccentric moments, mine and waiting just for me...
5 comments:
deliciously written, a lip smacking read. This is what i'm talking about.... keep challenging yourself, and we will see something beyond what anyone has seen.
ur too delusional..reality is not so difficult,,
its a nice bed time maudlin read for the romantics but shows no hope..a common factor in ur works of art.although a brighter outlook towards the aspect would be a ray of golden sunshine in the claustrophobic dim and foggy room.
Dear Anonymous,
Firstly thanks for the opinion...but don't you think the prologue is pointing towards the moon if not the sun itself, as far as sunshine is concerned??
as a matter of fact only after thoroughly reading and analyzing your viewpoint did i write the previous comment.but i dont think that u took into account the fact that the moon can be synonymous on the contrary where sunshine is a common virtue of positiveness.No doubt ur poems are a good read but as i mentioned before the content is too repetitive and despair.
I think the title of the blog and the adjoining picture should give you the idea of the content.
and i just compared moon and sun with the rays you were looking for!
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