It was still a Friday night
The weekend is yet to begin
The life still glowed
Until the lights were switched off
And when the moon had a cup of coffee
No one knew it was about to happen
I looked at the sky high
The sun was in his bed
The moon had its caffeine
I was sleepless
Indeed fearless
What was ahead tomorrow
The stars brushing their teeth
My eyes closed still awake
Quick memories swept me
Fake!
A day I never was waiting for
I slept in silence
Fake!
Dear Dream called up
Looking at the traffic light
I'm lost in the middle media
Margins close border
Where did I start
My home calls me back
I lack the direction
Fake!
But it is not really
In a maze riding my mind
Dr. Dream
Cure me the medicine
Wait I'm blabbering
In the midnight
In a dream
Cure me the medicine
Cure my following
save my presence
Back not lost, Perfect in sequence
At the entrance, I saw the door close
And the Lock laugh
Mocking my the called back home
Though I left the key in the Traffic signal
I opened The door
Fake!
Called my Name loud until I woke Up
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit3 days ago in Fiction
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