Déjà vu

Bewildered Complexity

Are they stars?

Or the glow worms

Are they comets with star dust?

Or just buzzing flies with tail lights

What makes us define?

I mean the dreams 

Or déjà vu

Is it the austere of love?

Or complexity of forlorn

Thoughts filled my mind

Like a volcano dormant

Spitting Smokes-

Dark as night and

Thick as egg white

Convicted to dream

The infinities

While still believe in oblivion

                           -© HR

                                Harsha Ramireddy

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When Freedom Falls

Let your dreams bloom. For life is short. Make every wish possible. A little hope would do it all. Just give it some time and let it bloom.

When Freedom Falls

When freedom falls,

I would dream again!

She said to herself

frightened and feared

Simmering her tone,

So no one would hear

Her crumpled voices,

Supressed along her shadows

As she withered in the arms

of this heinous world.

She still said herself

In her crumpled voices,

I would dream again

                         -Harsha vardhan.

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