May 24, 2009



flitting across like flies

hovering over my head.


Some-pretty; and let off to pass.

Some fanciful and extravagant,

and stopped with a swat!




Repetitive, some dreams.

That can't be let go or stopped

that are like mosquitoes-omnipresent

gently sucking your blood

while you notice not

and on leaving

a pain sharp and biting, brought.


Multi-coloured dreams

fluttering around

wings and stings

beady eyed and black

wispy, fragile and also not!

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