What are you?
I ask!
I ask!
The dreams move into the future
Drawn on the wall,
Sketches of the past lives
Incomplete
Haunting,
yet pulling the carriage the cart,
Drawn on the wall,
Sketches of the past lives
Incomplete
Haunting,
yet pulling the carriage the cart,
The delusions are the false ceilings,
That I see above me,
The deep blue sea,
You and me,
I often call for your name,
You stop,
Then a wave washes you away,
That I see above me,
The deep blue sea,
You and me,
I often call for your name,
You stop,
Then a wave washes you away,
The deception is a paper
Ruffled,
As a fake silk fiber
As soon as I begin to drape,
It tears apart
the dress of my dreams, the delusion and me!
Ruffled,
As a fake silk fiber
As soon as I begin to drape,
It tears apart
the dress of my dreams, the delusion and me!
A sophisticated take on perception and consciousness,intriguingly layered and designed to invite the casual readers to immerse themselves in the mystery.
Thank you sir I always look forward to the mystery of my own lines uncovered by your comment, Your insight to reach the poetry is laser sharp, sometimes when I am writing even I am myself unaware of the depth of my lines. Thank you so much for taking me there..I am just a learner.
I really liked the ending. Deeply engaging.