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There's plenty of sunlight here With a tinge of love in every object That you've touched Welcome to my Utopia Lace curtains, open windows, A steaming cup of coffee in a gloomy afternoon, Another cup awaits your attention ... Welcome to my little world of expectations Dressed up for an occasion I'm standing in front of the mirror My reflection awaits your complements Welcome to my lonely world of longings Tired eyes with smudged makeup They need to know that they look no less beautiful I turn to my other side A lone tear trickles down my eye Welcome to my world of wishful thinking A double bed with two pillows A single occupant Awaiting the other one Welcome to my world of hard realities A broken frame with a torn picture My hand runs down the emptiness of the captured moment Living in the past every second Welcome to my daily life Sold out by my weary past and exhausted with my present I open my cupboard and take out my old diary I write another piece for you Wishing that someday you realise the reasons behind them, Welcome to a world where you belong !
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
SHADOW TALES
There's plenty of sunlight here With a tinge of love in every object That you've touched Welcome to my Utopia Lace curtains, open windows, A steaming cup of coffee in a gloomy afternoon, Another cup awaits your attention ... Welcome to my little world of expectations Dressed up for an occasion I'm standing in front of the mirror My reflection awaits your complements Welcome to my lonely world of longings Tired eyes with smudged makeup They need to know that they look no less beautiful I turn to my other side A lone tear trickles down my eye Welcome to my world of wishful thinking A double bed with two pillows A single occupant Awaiting the other one Welcome to my world of hard realities A broken frame with a torn picture My hand runs down the emptiness of the captured moment Living in the past every second Welcome to my daily life Sold out by my weary past and exhausted with my present I open my cupboard and take out my old diary I write another piece for you Wishing that someday you realise the reasons behind them, Welcome to a world where you belong !
This was my first poem written way back on the year 2012 ... well not that far away is it. Two years. Isn't much, is it ?
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priyadarshini-mukherjee
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
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