Friday, 11 March 2016


The long gone days of the sweet fog,
when comes, coupled with sunrise,
it breaks the clamour of silence-
into some thousands of pieces of diamonds,
I run to collect every piece,
like an insane, hungry for freedom,
I run right, I run left, I run all around to pick them up,
in a hope to store them in an album of my heart,
the diamond appears, covered with dust,
the spark peeps out and calls for my heart,
I try to grab it like a tiger's paw on a deer,
the hand sinks in the sand only to find some corpse of hope,
the world by then was laughing at this insane,
the invisible gods were not visible,
and the science termed it as some optical illusion like a mirage. 

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