Faces familiar, voices unknown
Looks like laughter, sounds like a moan People talking- a strange hiss..
Not dark, but colourless; what place is this?
I was almost sure it was a dream
When I heard my own muffled scream
I ran for the door, it opened into an abyss.
I woke up wondering; what place is this?
एक और "poetic landmine"
ReplyDeleteनेहा बड़ी बहादुर हो तुम...डर नहीं लगता तुम्हे?
Darr ke aage jeet hai!! :P :D
DeleteDid you find out what place was it?
ReplyDeleteNo luck as yet.. :D
DeleteI hope that I don't have to find out.. :)
quite a dream huh?
ReplyDeleteyeah, it makes me wonder, why are dreams so surreal..
Deletesurreal? really? i have always thought our dreams are our second life - a life that we live un intentionally. it shows us either what we want or what we dont want, thoughts which we might avoid in what we call our 'sense' :)
ReplyDeleteI ran for the door, it opened into an abyss.
ReplyDeleteI woke up wondering; what place is this?
Very effective .....well done .
I love all your poems and that Raddiwala prose the most,Neha!! :)
ReplyDeleteWaiting for more of your posts! :)
Jen, Thanks for reading them all. :)
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