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Curtains...
Curtains...curtains...
I Love This Word.
Aren't they beautiful?
Made of wefts,
elegantly of all kinds.
Dancing without any restrains stoppin' them,
No chains encircled around, pulling them.
Dancing on unlistenable melodies of the universe
Dancing their dreams beautifully...
Unlike me,
Can't dance my paces
(Expectations, hope, society, pride, culture)
Chaining my soul,
Not letting me move forward,
O beloved, strangers never mattered,
The chains are of my loved,
How can I move forward,
Ignoring their love,
This agony is so deep(subtle) and hurting(distressing),
Still, I cannot stop pretending,
How can I move ahead,
This pain is too bad,
How can I pace brazen,
When The chains pull me back.
Oh dear, you don't have any clue,
How much I wanna be you.
How much I wanna be you...
The envy is so big and huge,
That how lucky it is to be you,
You are an unrestricted dreamer,
Seizing your all dreams.
How much I wish,
To not have any sense.
How wonderful it must be,
To be free from sentiments.
How beautifully heart clutches following path of my beloveds,
To follow every heed, not my accord
My soul bleeds,
Heart screams,
But the plastered grin never flees.
Oh dear, you don't have any clue,
How much I wanna be you...
You look so beautiful moving your soul willfully, dancing beautifully,
The memories you and I share are so precious,
A melancholy will always be there, somewhere.
The titters I laugh, gazing at you mocking the moon, are so precious.
Teasing him showing your most skillful turns, your flexibility,
Swirling, grinning, beaming, All I feel.
The un-mover must always feel so envious,
Hanging in the sky still,
The loner with no movements,
And you titter more showing him a twirl.
Oh, you have so many envious like us.
The view is so eternal,
Like heaven on earth.
The dancer in between thousands of watchers, And one envier.
Oh, beloved, you don't have any clue,
How much I wanna be you,
How much I wanna be you...
•••💜💜💜borahae 🥀
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A poetry close to my heart ...
