pragya semwal Poems

Rings of beautiful smoke
they escape your lips every now and then.

And I, lay gazing at the grace,
...

While reading books I slept
And my closed eyes took me to that beautiful world
Of my dreams
Where
...

He looked at me like I were magic
Like none of this was real
Before he could say a thing
I just quickly disappeared
...

What it means
To be lonely? ?
is it really something real,
or
...