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A story unfolds after a certain hour,

Devoid of a title and of time.

Reflecting those deepest worlds where,

We make laws of justice and crime.

Adjournment from the dark silence,

Ends up where we thought of being.

Mixture of obedience and of defiance,

Says the narrator to self while sleeping.

With no line separating sane from insane,

No one to know the right from wrong,

A theatre that delivers both smile and pain,

Through plays which seem short yet long.

Nightly Theatre which we see, has it’s very own song.

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Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)

Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.

This video shows my journey and the rich content this blog has to offer…

Read the poems once you are done with the video (especially those whose images you like)

See to know…know to read

Happy Monday!

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Dream

We humans have this gift,

A gift given to no other being.

It is meant to be explored not resist,

Dreams are meant for seeing.

Sit yourself down and see the future you,

You will see a better version of yourself.

And if you work hard it will come true,

Hard work is that magical elf.

Dream of achieving all that you desire,

Dream of doing what gives you peace,

It’s never late to reignite that fire,

With the right dedication it will never cease.

It is not a dream if you see it while asleep,

It is a dream which keeps you up all night,

It’s much more beautiful, much more deep,

But only after you have endured your fight.

~Keep dreaming!