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What is a BEAUTIFUL DREAM???
MYSTERIOUS THINGS that
are MISUNDERSTOOD,
trying to decipher it,
Oh, only if
you could,
Colors
and objects
that doesn't make
sense, a world where
your mind is filled with
nothing but suspense, amazing
colors, so vivid to see, that
you would not believe,
the temperature is
calm, and with
a
soft sea
breeze, a thought
to fantasize, before your
very eyes, Until you realize,
a hidden message inside, water
trickling down a beautiful
stream, everything is
perfect, everything
is
so serene,
The feeling is
strong, you're living a
fictional reality, there is no
wrong, a dream world
of wonders, So
marvelous
to see,
as
you are
awakened
from
a
BEAUTIFUL
DREAM!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/24/2025
Surya Teja M Sep 2018
The words are magical
Mysterious too
They entice us into
A world of fantasy
Lure us with their curves
And ****** us to play romantic games

I was not the exceptional
I was too entangled in it's web
Craved to write love,
Lust, beauty and people
Which fade away as clock ticks

They transformed my words into fictional
Took me away from this natural world
I was flying in it's beauties
I was touching it's indelible curves
And went deep inside it's private parts

I fell from that sky on a starry night
Like a star that laminates more
Hit to the grounds of reality
The fragile fantasies were shattered
Made me alone in my story

The reality is bitter unlike the fantasy
It bites my bones, eats my head
Burns my soul and torments my heart
To write what is true
Despite of being ugly and *****

As I walk along the pavements
My heart is loaded with misery
The agony it has brought is completely a mystery
All I realized,
The writers whom I read were impotent to write this pain down

Dustbins are screaming for mothers
Pavements are starving for food
Brothel houses are moaning for their souls
Preachers are filling hatred
Politicians are serving agony

I want to weep
I want to write
I want to bleed
It's about a new Writer who is vexed up reading and writing love, lust, fantasies which made him lost his grip to cling to the harsh ***** and ugly reality.

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