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Rolling on the bed we passionately create so many worlds- some deceptively charming ;some shamelessly unreal , some reluctantly distorted ; sometimes to put all dreams to shame and someother time to develop a stronger bond with sleep, but then who doesn't want to avoid getting carried away / touched by the sweeping hand of time ?

So much rolling and such little moss that even incoherent emotions are slipping into the dark - flowing darkness that I have lived so far to touch .
Darker than the blue ,it is floating around with a renewed assurance that still blinds me in sleep ; probably even more magical than it ever was, but when I could not touch it even in spring , why not avoid dancing with the shadows to a rhythm that is being forcefully beaten down to silence with every second ?

But why dance when you can sing ?
like they say 'wise men sing'.

current music : sone ka rang hai / / jo dekhe dang hai
current mood : dang