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Confusion

Posted by Hazel Dream on 12:19 AM

This sleepy narrow dungeon
Gloomy, unspoken, Insane
I have lost the path to my heart
My fingers chatter these eternal ramparts
Struggling livid bricks guards

From a generous split
Creeping roots , mocking solitude
From the orifice of dilapidated moments
There is a glimpse of same sun
It walks with morning
It strolls with Afternoon and
sleeps with evenings

Who wants freedom..??
Me or my desire?
Who wants desire ?
Me or my freedom ?


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6 Comments


WOW brilliant stuff Hazel!

Freedom, Desire...they are both like shadows...they follow each other.

Keshi.


Great composition...
From the orifice of dilapidated moments
There is a glimpse of same sun ...
Bahot hi achche!!!


Simply awesome...


yes Mr. Pandey. It is the same me. Glad to see this inspired side of yours. How and where are you? Give me a call +91 99107 36246


Lovely words...You have crafted it beautifully!


Poignant!

Some questions don't really have an answer...

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