In The Crowd of

Crowded

My guilty heart started creeping inside the past to take a glance

on a daydream motion to capture what’s lost

overcrowded thoughts blocking the memory lane

pleasured notions, whimsical space on painful motions

soul searching continued, to find a hole in the crowd of thoughts

finally, a glass door glimpsed its presence

my heart could step inside

to discover precisely, what I lost, the shape, the shades

confused, yet my heart searched the sacred place

only to find the dead-dreams corps

of my strange pasts.

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Charade

Expectation, a unique variance of ours

makes things interesting,

like the awaiting awe dreams

or waiting for a beautiful muse to guide to the smile project

inner soul aspires to listen to guitar chords

that sounds ‘the song of a land of red hills’

shinning stars in the sky marks a label

of contrasting joys or opted distractions

A never-ending charade, perhaps!

(Initially published in Medium)