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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Friday, July 05, 2013

Cry

30/05/2005

Moments pass as if they are dreams,
And I wake up to find they are gone for sure,
For dreams I cannot hold on to,
Although those moments stand true.

What crazy schemes of smiles,
That I may have smiled later,
And they never came to rest on my lips,
For it’s a tomorrow that shall never rise.

Marijuana dreams,
Fleeting ecstasy of lives lived in the past,
Blinded by the white light,
Or by lightening perchance.

I reach out for the fine china,
Holding the final nirvana ...
Like everything else it lays, 
Shattered by mere touch,
I am going to die anyway.

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