WORDS; FEEL

WORDS; FEEL

You knew it won't last

or now you so, that you knew

not to regret

that once made you smile

gave the push

for that extra mile

seems surreal but yes it might

immortal life, myth, hurts

(life: read love,) fight the floods

when feel fails, not the words.

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Things you do, you wish you won't

first to go, blessed

them, reason or excuse

as you take the blues

thinking not of what to come

which might not be real

yet happy whatever be the deal

again from the past

words; feel.

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Intrigued, when past beckons

déjà vu, as you give in

resistance fails as you open the seal

that long drawn argument

starts, as a commonplace

step by step, by per second

to get the mean right, or so you hope

to win, as love, your daily dope

to build till only you could get

end is drawn, to hit and heal

but only words fail you, not the feel.

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Yes that never happened

to build a fight till no turning back

humor helped, so did thought

hoping inside, to get caught

to get on with life, yet again

(life: read love,) something to gain

that sleep that would otherwise abandon

or worse, dreams, over and done, for dreams

with open eyes, can scream

with thrill, hard to beat

coz closed eyed dreams, lose the heat

coz closed eyed dreams, aim no feat

sub-conscience, it's plays and fake inceptions

unworldly, to suit self, interpretations

hence to repeat, engage the thought

hoping inside, to get caught

to get on with life, yet again

(life: read love,) everything to gain.

POWDER DREAM

POWDER DREAM

The knock year, of life and strife
attention, unwanted or prized
and thoughts that you don’t remember
for not the way it always seemed
‘coz it was just a powder dream.

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Close eyed dreams, make us think
close eyed dreams, may make us shrink
sleep, some more
sweet or sour
sweet, to swell; sour to sink.

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As wise men say, dream is the start
not to dream is not to live
for once it was true, but daytime too
with eyes wide open, past or present
but alone you cannot, need to be two
you go back to the world
you think real, and not the swirl
laugh off the sorrow, forgetting the “been”
‘coz you thought it was a powder dream.