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Prerna Sinha Aug 2015
i am in a world, a dream world
my eyes are closed but i am awake
this world is so close to the world i have always dreamt of living in...
i can feel the joys and sorrows of life
yet it's so different from the world i am living in
i want to be a part of this world ,forever
Here i am , with my eyes closed, my mind relaxed
i can think what i want to,i can feel what i want to and i can desire what i want to...
it's a pleasure to experience this...
i am luxuriating in this world of mine,
with no hassles, no obstacles,
no tension,no frustration,
it's just a world of xpectations and negotiations.
with my eyes closed, I can feel the outer world,
the one blessed with fakeness,mistrust and selfishness...
but i am proud to have a world of my own,
that inspires me to create wonders in every world that i step into...
Katzenberg Jul 2014
From far away has come
what lies beneath Dreamworld~
Inimical insomnia rises from below.
Lyrical temperance painted on walls,
walls of wonder, walls of gold.

Perseverance seizes my dryness
written alone with kitten ink~
And steals these sentiments of shyness
Speaking with an internal imp,
Rhythmical synthesis, words suddenly cringe.

And slowly we become rivers,
we become photographs without sun~
I release my eyes on your throat,
Reflections without borders,
******* behind God.

My decadence prayed for madness,
and knock on thine heavenly doors~
But what are we but just a lonely song?
A little music lost, a melody untold
But all and by all, we were just like tracks in the snow.

— The End —