Some day it’s about the difference
between what I hear and what I see,
the grainy texture on the enlarged reality,
the gray things that sugary anecdotes hide.
Some day it’s about escaping to the ocean,
alone, because the world is preoccupied with
its lies and I’ve limited time for a true sunset.
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A Journey Called Life ... 
8 responses to “Sunset”
Beautiful post Archita 🙂
Thank you so much, Suyash. 🙂
Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Indira.
An aesthetic poem reflecting on the ways of the world and make space for one to breath. I am looking for such a place, to be alone and free from the stress buster of the crazy world.
Thank you very much, Vishal.
Such a beautiful piece, friend. Your words!
Thank you! I guess, I was searching for a place to breathe! 🙂