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Fresh Morning quilt.

Unfulfilled dreams.

Night and day became one.

Dreams and reality are like moon and earth.

Extravagant imagination is more glorious on the outside.

Anticipation and expectations giving an adrenaline rush.

Dreams of making it big make the stars feel within reach.

Fancying a life built on the highway.

Castle of imagination.

Filled with the riches and glorious wealth.

Life is not built on fancy thoughts.

Perhaps, fairy tale is an aberration.

Myriad images painted by an idle mind,

we create an existence deeply embedded in the consciousness.

Dream like a child.

Shed this adult thing.


Fuck it off!

Norms of behaving like an adult.

We can do!

I can.

What it takes is an enormous amount of belief and illusion.

Don’t dilute the dreams.

It’s sheer passion.

Patience, determination and joyfulness.

Let’s make it happen.

Have a lovely Sunday











Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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