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pandemonium of my

subconscious mind

In dreams I build glass castles,
In dreams I walk on dead grass-

made of thorn-spikes,

I bleed endlessly,
I shudder and quarrel with all my vain
desires-

In dreams I go to faraway lands,
Where there are no sorrows;
no worries of endless tomorrows,

Where my mind is an ally,

And heart as steady as a cloudless hearts,
autumn sky- Flapping their wings in secret triumph;
hidden from the eyes of passersby-

Lying pensively on dew drenched grass

in mid September, It is a journey of rediscovery,
I look up at the veil of paint-brushed It is a journey of reunion,
blue sky, When the gay songs of seagulls lull me

Molten moon dripping in it like a silver to a deep slumber,

beaded string, My heart heaves with a halfhearted
Stars so aligned, making their own emotion-
designs; As I’m lying pensively on the dew

Blurting out secrets of past lives in drenched grass,

perfect unison- The soft autumn sunshine seeps
through the curtains of my eyes;

Blizzards of fiery birds flying overhead,

Treading carefully on air; Taking me out of the pandemonium of

Making splashes in the sand, my subconscious mind-
Butterflies cocooned inside old mosaic