life is all about sitting and dreaming
almost like a girl surfing the world sitting
at the side of the window,as the world moves over
the life passes by without informing me
the gains and losses,
the losses pass me through like a speedy wind,
and there is no trace of gains in life,
ray of hopes appear to move far away,
the counterparts seem to climbup the ladder
and i seem to fall belowground,
ages passby with nothing fruitful gained
through this mighty brain,
the feeling of worthlessness fills the air,
yet,i continue painting the canvass of dreams
though the reality splashes water on it..
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