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° ° ° Here Inside my primitive cave I bolt my door and pull a chair I light one up and I properly stare At the smoke I let out in the air I then yawn once and choose to fare Between multiple universes laid on my shelf Their spines all concealed keep me unaware Of the planets and people existing inside them But the jaded me prefers all things unkempt So I unearth a processed sapling and then sit back Soon I find myself getting Immersed deeper than I began In simple rhyme, In a forgotten poem; And that's my happy place right there. -Dharmesh Dave ©guynamedcolt #guynamedcolt #cluealmost ° ° ° Www.mirakee.com/guynamedcolt
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#guynamedcolt #cluealmost #mirakee #clarendon • • Since the previous week and the one before that, I've spent some time reading various posts written in hindi & in urdu and my fondness grew towards each of them, gradually. These posts, they were written by some of the quite honest poets on Instagram, among many others. So I thought to myself: Aye! Let's join the brethren! Savy? • • • • #poets #poetsofinstagram #poem #क्लूअल्मोस्ट
Someday,on that night...
If you are within me,
Why do tears escape my eyes?
If you are within me,
Why then I feel anxious every night?
If you are within me,
Why am I tired all the time?
And if you’re still within me
Where precisely do you reside?
Painstakingly, I’ve scoured my insides
Searching for you, seeking traces of thine:
In an ages old trench, deemed as a heart
Inside a luminous palace, known as the mind.
Yet I heard no whisper, nor did I see a sight
That qualifies your existence or its sign
But strangely somehow, I sensed this sometimes:
You’re the wind in my sails keeping me alive.
Since you are within me, now that I’ve learned why
I hope we’d soon meet at the shore, under the moonlight;