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Jul 2014
I deepen into a castle,
castle of sound it is ,
while it goes,
i assume this is my field of win,
a proffecy to inherit,
a potential to be fulfilled with,
over the horizons,
i approach what i feel is to be my destiny,
my holy place of pray,
walls closing on me,nightmare it was,
the feature of my incompatability to this world was filling ,
like a biased coin - all that to choose was me turning down.

I take the time on earth,
loud back at em,
as though in deep water,they ignore me,
i again does so,this time with might,
i trigger the power of a poet- his words.
The world i lost to,opened its eyes upon me,
my heart braked that moment,
stirred this earth to change,
piercing this invasive darkness!
the difference created the indifference,
hologram is what i am- you see dream simultaneously reality!
TheΒ Β castle now awaits my return,
to this solemly place,
welcomes me with cherry blossom on either side,
in here,rythm takes honour,
words take pleasure,
i inherit these ancestral words to you,
which better of than my english teacher,
i smile looking at these lines,
then to this untimely world,
rubbing the memory doomed crevices of my palm placing them in prayer,
thats a dream that changed the world '!
Sharath Ram
Written by
Sharath Ram  bangalore,india
(bangalore,india)   
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