You can't make a deliberate effort to churn out what is lost within . In the brief interlude of " sound silence " ; in juxtaposition with " parallel nemesis " of the past - these jungles with intermittent strokes of rustling leaves offer a balmy comfort . But it's just a remedy to the exposed wound ; or to some extent " forgetting " recent ills of life.
Where's that " sweet me " :- I knew well and was most comfortable in whose shades of consciousness I used to be. I know , for sure , it's not " dead " , but what if it fails to break open the " self sealed coffin " of YOU and ME.
Come back " me " ; come back- I again want to say " that i am incapable of despising anybody under the sun " ; I again want to rejoice that " single me " in the infinite sky of stars and the moon.
Rajesh Pandey
Where's that " sweet me " :- I knew well and was most comfortable in whose shades of consciousness I used to be. I know , for sure , it's not " dead " , but what if it fails to break open the " self sealed coffin " of YOU and ME.
Come back " me " ; come back- I again want to say " that i am incapable of despising anybody under the sun " ; I again want to rejoice that " single me " in the infinite sky of stars and the moon.
Rajesh Pandey
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