With every dark passage, a thought skipped
Leaving blank spaces within controlled thoughts
A concrete connection drifted into a sublime reality
Creating acquaintances
While feet felt cold and hands felt warm.
Lay awake or this dream might end
A moment’s wink and it will be gone.
Startling wakes are a practice now
I frantically feel the enchanting directions.
A blink and its gone.
Resting my head on your shoulder
Wondering if its dejavu; wondering if its yours or mine
Mine are dug into unattainable scattered locales
Yours I speculate as I lay awake.
A loud call of creativity
Ashes is all I see
Layers and layers of liquid thoughts,
Waiting to seep through my mind into your veins
Finally nudge me back into sleep.
5 comments:
hmm..insightful. Lot of depth
awesome, excellent!!
A voice relying on a mind in disarray. And a speculative eye.
Liked how you juxtaposed 'laying awake' and 'dreaming' in the second strophe. My only problem here is the number of "it" and "its" you used.
Dreaming with the eyes open and not wanting to close them lest the dream might be lost. What a wonderful concept! The second stanza is one of the most beautiful I have read!
I just adore u for capturing in the words, the experience which is experienced by all but difficult to share!i m glad u shared!
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