Stranded

 

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Oh! why I’m here
This world built on illusions
World based on realities
World based on hope, anger, dreams

I know your intentions are clear
I know your dreams, your plans
I know how it works
I know how it ends

It’s just I’m stuck in middle which has no beginning no end
Running out of gas in a place which does not exist
Stranded in the middle of nowhere
Lost on the verge of earth
Living a dream based on illusions

People wake up
And smell the earth after the rain
Dance in the light
Smell the roses
Kiss the child
Let yourself be loved
Feel your ecstasy
Quench your thirst
Paint your own rainbows
Don’t wait for the weather to change

Feel the butterfly on the tip
Smile for no reason
Be indifferent to sorrows
Feel the tears
Hold the palm and feel the warmth

Be the company
Till the next time you are stranded
Stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Photo by Ashley Bean on Unsplash

 

23 thoughts on “Stranded

  1. A beautiful poem. Stranded is such a mind affair and mind when a slave of heart, pulls you to dark zones where everything though beautiful may see things in poignance, for no one knows what it yearns for.

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  2. This is such an uplifting and inspiring post! Got real joy out of this! I’ll quote my favorite lines too! Ha!
    “Let yourself be loved
    Feel your ecstasy
    Quench your thirst
    Paint your own rainbows
    Don’t wait for the weather to change”

    Bellissimo, Megha, Bellissimo!!!
    xoxoxo

    A very productive day??? LOL!

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