Absinthe on my lips ,
for way too long.
Seconds , minutes, hours
passing by like the wind,
stronger than a poet's mind.
Power was their fear,
but they had control over me.
Days, months, years , going
through my mind. Like the wind
stronger than a mother's cry.
And while spring was a mystery,
with them the voices in my head-
from blossoming lilies in pain-
become the songs sang by birds
on a sunny day!
But absinthe has been on
my lips for way to long.
134340 elements of hope...
Just like water colours
these illusions too wash off.
Temporary relapse and
they take me back.
Yes , reality is prison!
But surveillance of the phantom
is just another punishment
for the heart...
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Dear reader,
I hope you are having a blessed day! As always thank you for taking some time of your day to read my work. This poem is about my battle between reality and illusions. No matter how hard I try to be present , I always find myself spacing out into my own world of dreams and illusions. Do you relate? Let me know what you think in the comments!
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134340 Elements of Hope
PoetryDear All, Firstly, thank you for taking time of your day to click on my work. This here is my amateur collection of confessional poetry in which I have poured out my heart, thoughts and melancholy. Please stick with me on a journey of emotions and...
