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sometimes i wonder what it's like
to be a star
to look down on the world
while it's asleep
to watch the lost souls
wander outside at night
and look up at the sky
and smile
i wish i could be a star
DreamworlD                           The
R  r             Rare                          Bermuda
E     e          Exotic                           Triangle
A       a        Abstract                          Of
M         m    Mayhem                            The
W         w     Weird                                 Surreal
O       o        Other                               Welcome
R      r           Realities                        To  
L   l               Love                           My
D                  Disorientation         World
by Jemia 💕
  Jan 14 Caien Musharraf
The evening sun pours

a dayful of deep colours –

into the fish pond.
Collection "Metamorphic body"
Caien Musharraf Jul 2020
how beautiful are they
Each colour
represents an emotion
But blessed is the
Among them all
is the
When given with knee
on the ground
When put down
on the ground
with a moist eyes
When torn down
petal by petal
Caien Musharraf Jun 2020
I am a wave
free as freedom
from human boredom
free as a bird
but in a cage
with no bars
In this free cage
It is the only place
To rest with freedom
The cage of freedom
with no materialistic
Now I am the
Because I am
my cage
  Jun 2020 Caien Musharraf
Jim Morrison
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and
choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach
in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.
Caien Musharraf Jun 2020
The moths of light
glittering gold
Untold myths of old
I cold water without sight
Bright sparking,I doubt
without wings for flight
White eyes
In thousand cries
Weep upon the dead
Fed their soul,
with gold elixir
After dark light
Immortal soul
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