Parikshit Joshi Poems

The story I wrote, on papers of mind, with pens of thoughts were dreams,
And then the eyes, were pinched open, with deafening truth that screams.
Oh yes! I thought, I would stop not and travel to places great,
then dazzling views, and joyous sounds and smells that truly elate,
...

I tried; being one among everyone
awake when they feel its day,
walk the street the followed way.
I want to know what lay beyond,
...