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| Machuka Album{Photo: Courtesy} |
She walks as if brittle
She talks as if her teeth rattle
She approaches like one in a battle
Trying her best to put efforts I
the hustle and bustle
Collecting broken pieces of her
heart to make a life
The zeal and anticipation to do
whatever it takes
Through thick and thin she
struggles.
From a distance I watched her swift
darts
She turns; her face lights
up-glowing like a candle
Full of life; merely to notice her
pains
The dimples on her cute face; as
she
smiles hides her reality
Her angelic eyes glittering
like
stars in cluster.
Suddenly I felt empty and hollow
inside
A space in my heart to be filled
I drew closer with my eyes fixed
to this creativity before me
“Here, my dream is calling me”
An urge to touch but scared to burn
An attempt to speak but my eyes
deprived me a chance
Desire to hold; but my body weak to
do it.
Still I stood before my dream; the
doctor to my heart
Gathered my courage and stretched
out my hand to reach out
Perspiration, from my forehead
could tell my struggle
I touched, felt relieved, finally I
achieved my dream
A thought that beamed my face
Attempted to taste
My eyes closed; moving closer to
reach her lips
Only to wake up wet in sweat
My dream was invalid
#SOBS#
the nightmare is invalid.... but your dreams are valid
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