All that's
confined in heart
flows
in words
All that
flow in words
still remains

A dream
of travelling
together
hands in hands
head on shoulders
slow steps
longer silence
soothing atmosphere
all seems golden
night lovelier
Roads never ends
and then comes a bend
you walk alone
on that same road
you are single
yet you aren't
and that adds
to the confusion
single but committed
committed yet single
is it forever
or
never ?

All along
thoughts
that circled around
were
out-of-the-box
now I try to
invent them
within
the boundary line
yet
I am still unaware
which is difficult -
to let it
hang outside
or make them
confined
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Suddenly
the passing clouds
stand still
and
the earth
seems to spin
They say
Face is
the mirror of mind
so true it is
in my case
amidst the grey cells
deep inside
there are dark spots
evil color of mine
perhaps that's why
my face couldn't hide
and pimples sprout
I dream
of flawless skin
glowing face
sans cluttered shades
but I am glad
my face does show
spots of impurities
that resides
in every heart
which all try to conceal
but I display it to all.