Dedicated to a person that I met once on the street ...
I could not sleep:
the nightmares which smelled of gloom and murk
were haunting me,
following my trail.
I wished so many times
to drop in the endless sleep
and so,
finally close my lids for-ever
Alas! The life is still a lot prepares.
But now,
at least, I know
that these nightmares are reflection of my sins:
perverse and dull,
and worse of all mundane.
And I still have
a lot to repent for....
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My Invisible Worlds
Poesia"My Invisible Worlds" is a poetry collection compiled of poems on sundry topics. The poems were written during different times: they reflect my feelings, thoughts, and dreams. I hope that you will enjoy reading some of the pieces. Leave your comme...
