If tomorrow will come Posted on September 22, 2018 by indishe As I stand at the cusp, I pause and think. What had gone by, Its kaleidoscope whirred in mind’s eye. Those buried dreams,those inane desires, Those silly joys, Long gone and dead, Now get a whiff of life, Make tarried movements, As they rouse from their hoary slumber. I reminisce our camaraderie, How we wove ivory castles, That blew away, With the gusts of life’s tempests. They are just relics, Consigned to the recesses deep inside. I fondly hold on to them, For that is all I have of what I wanted, And still want. As I stand at the cusp, I wonder if they shall see the light of day. I hope for that tomorrow to come, But I wonder if that tomorrow will come! Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading...
This is deep and thought provoking…. Wonderfully composed
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Thank you
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