Blank, Pitch Black

Bunch of flowers,
fresh fragrant showers,
timidly waiting for something.
I hear a sound buzzing around,
Where am I? Where I’ve been?
Is it for real? Or, is it just a dream?

Tinsel beads cover the trees,
and the strolling breeze,
nonchalantly spouting from a place unseen.
I see a view dancing around,
Where am I? Where I’ve been?
Is it for real? Or, is it just a dream?

Green, greenish greenery,
and its sprawling verdancy,
zealously welcoming everything.
I mumble some words hovering around,
Where am I? Where I’ve been?
Is it for real? Or, is it just a dream?

Blank,Pitch Black

Okay, now I can see, very much clearly,
You were right.. A kiss is always unseen…!
Here I am… I, was here,
It is Reality, just like a dream…

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Shabnam Panot

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I just scribble down my heart out. I write about things I've thought, felt, seen, experienced, dreamt, heard and spoken. Love people who speak sensibly and honestly. Get inspired by even non-living things and try to find out some sense even in nonsense...
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So sensuous and pleasing feeling, expressed very well!


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