Reminiscence of life

The puffy bed, with rosy bedspread
Has countless thorns.

Night is what I hate.

In Eastman colours, like a motion picture,
One after another, a reel of unreal is projected,
Generating turbulence in my Pacific mind.
Not just exaggerations of my deepest desires are these
Dreams, but cruel jokes upon me!
“YOU are NOT what you WANT TO BE!”
They say every night to me.

I love this girl.
With her I walk, sing, make love and cry…
It is bliss being with her.
Every time I go on single knee
She smiles with a Yes. Every time
I open my arms to propose,
She tucks in me tight and smooch!
Countless time have we been wedded!
But I wake to reality: My facebook
Relation status still shows SINGLE!

I am hero, I am legend, I am this and I am that!
I am an achiever at whose feet world root!
There is hardly a thing I can’t achieve…
Every-time I am buried in that grave bed.
But, coming to reality – I realize
I don’t even have the desert that ozymandias’s
Truncated sculpture has.

I hate night
I curse the moon.
Sun has no sympathy for me- They all just do their duty,
No one caring for my feelings?

DREAMS, come not me!
You make me feel “the whole universe conspires against me! 
Even the simple things I really want to happen!”
Fearing you DREAMS- countless nights
Have I squatted in the corner of bed with tears rolling.

Fearing You DREAMS- Left attempting
Those achievable tasks.
Wish to Sleep Like a brain dead,
And wake up to the morning sun of hope.

- Pavan Kumar H.


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Has not excavated fully. There are half baked feelings, desires and ambitions. But a heart to complete and compel.

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