Reverie
One, two, three, four
A rat-tat-tat through my core
Pinocchio revelries inside of me
Ah, one-two, two-three
As the lights go out in the dead of the night
Nothing in sight and all is quiet
Thwarting my sleep at two-forty-five
The heart's letting words connive
Ideas rise from latency
As paper-pen become an exigency
Nimble footsteps, now compelled
To my desk- the paradoxical hell
Wriggling wrists, yearning to write
Selfishly smearing blue thoughts on white
Eager ears the notebook lends
With each new story a stronger friend
In this new dimension where all makes sense
There are no logos, nor a fence
Infinite beauty infinitely shines
Till in snooze I finally recline
-Rishika Chutani
Nice heading and an even nicer poem!! π
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DeleteYour words are like one of those warm and beautiful dreams that you wanna live again and again❤️
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