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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