Dreams in Shades of Grey

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Dreamy Smoke...

curling up to form faces...

in shades of Grey...

and it's shadows dancing on me...

the mesonoxian love and all...

 

You say, I dream in shades...

Shades of Grey...

My stories all weird and strangely hollow...

My poems...so phoney emotional...

all shades of grey...or even black...

I find myself...with unruly poems...

a straight face and a blank stare.

 

I feel lost...sometimes..

With no shadowy dreams..a grey smile..

or a white drop of fine sunlight

Someone whispers inside my head, keeps on saying...

"These are the last few dreams in grey...

last few drops of colorless raindrops...

last few words of  meaningless rambling..."

 

Before i go.. 

These are the few shades of grey i'd love to paint..

 

Savour Them.

Before My Poems...

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The future doesnt care for my poetry or your memories...

piling words after words...I've been drawing a hope..

a sand castle meant to be washed away by the tides of time.

These were for you....dried flowers...and pages of forgotten dreams...

These words were meant to drew a world, you could see through your closed eyes...

Since the moment when abstract was no longer a word, but our history..our lives.

Or,

Happiness before we gave it a name...'Oblivion'..

Or,

Eternity before it became your goal....

Lets assume for once,

Essence is the entire instance of life...

and death is the entire essence of poetry.