me and my challengesits intact
Every night
I wake to the tunes of new horizons
to find
as if nothin has changed
hardy as I stand
the mad race of inner half
I hardly know
is it a curse
some of your glimpses
I catch to make my horizons
least defined
riddles of unsavoury nerves
I wake to the tunes of whims
I know
cacti are more beautifull
as I strive to negotiate
the reality
within
without
source : Kiran and Anu ( I wish I could have known hindi of that hi fi order as my sweet heart kiran knows.)
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