Sometimes, i wake up relaxed
there’s no pain or rush to think, act
acknowledged dreams lie dissolved
on such days and moments
clear as azure sky
answers pierce the heart of questions
i ask myself before i die
other times, i wake up in a daze
there’s pain, a rush to think, act
unacknowledged dreams fester
questions circle answers
on such days and moments, i ask myself
where do i begin
there isn’t enough sky for heavy clouds
that won’t part or burst, no matter how hard i try.
Rohit Karir is a storyteller, freelance writer, and blogger. Books Ireland Magazine and Paragraph Planet have published his short fiction online. As a professional journalist, he has worked in India for leading news publications, including The Times of India and the German Press Agency (dpa). He composes poetry and potters around until she comes around and writes short fiction: grinds, marinates, and steams till the biryani is cooked.
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