There was a time when a 1:40 scale Porsche model filled my life like a fireplace in a cold wintry night. That was just a toy. Sometimes I wished if I could get inside that toy and soar, and speak through the air.
There was a time an empty canvas filled my life to dream on. I could see the colors filling and the composition of “another moonlight Sonata”.
There was a time when a cup of tea from the local teas stall with friends circling gave the feeling that we can move the world.
Its all gone. Like the paper boat in the river, under the sunset….
The Dream of the SENATE makes MY TEA bitter.
The Dream of the CAR gathers DUST on my toy
The Dream of the being someone left my CANVAS Empty.
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wow! dude! whr do these thoughts come 2u from? the poem is just amazing! also liked the imagery of a few frnds sipping roadside tea and dreaming big...
made me nostalgic...
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