Amit Mathur Poems

there is a world that set us apart for itself
it is a world of our own making
Our dreams, Our presents and indeed our pasts
And we are adrift ships with different masts
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i do remember the look in her face
it was a frown it was a scowl
as if i don't even exist at all
as if i am just a billowing smoke in otherwise clear sky
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yesterday i was talking to my dream
and he told me you don't dream me anymore
i went aghast and said you are the one who left me
i am bruised here alone and you left me stranded
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withstanding longings to reclaim childhood days
and agonies of unfulfilled desires
having sighs of yesteryears and days gone by
i imagine you sitting at my bedside
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