That feeling of uneasiness,
those unknown reasons
lurking my thoughts day and night
keeping my heart delirious
and eyes wide awake
despite being sleep deprived for eons
now making me wonder
was this the life we dreamt
when we first met
in the fold of few dreams
in the crevices of some benign smiles

Copyright ยฉ Shantanu Baruah

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24 thoughts on “Pensive”

  1. Beautiful poem! It is like a dream, as is life itself … It reminded me of the great Russian poet Sergei Esenin. He also asked himself in one of his poems: “Did I live or only dream you, life?” Great work!

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