Life runs on many pathways. For some it is from ordinary to extraordinary, for many it is other way round. For them time goes on..Age comes as our sky shrinks...our dream becomes an extension of routine .We no longer dream of edge of the universe-It's too far away..It’s too dangerous. .We stare at our screens and cobwebs on the roofs on sleepless nights. .Aging is the journey of stars from our eyes to the dark pale sky humbled by might of street lights. ..Our windows no longer bring the universe untested. .the panes reflect our own images-apparition of our being. .
Each night shah of blah takes out one story until the day the bag is empty. .The shah will sleep dreamless that last night....shah is too proud to beg for the trinkets of his lost memories.
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Shah seems to have finally shken the slumber....we'll give Shah a broom to clean those cobwebs and windows without bars to let new dreams come in dipped both in colorful imagines and morbid dips.....strikes a chord...well written.
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