Resting by the couch,
dangling my legs above
Chain of thoughts training inside an alcove,
I remember when I was a childish kid,
I had large brown almond eyes,
Holding all the little cute dreams
Like some innocent white beauty dove.
They dreamt of flying over the clouds,
And chase the yellow butterflies in the garden
They dreamt of pink ,blue and bright flowers
With cheeky smiles enhancing its toothless grin wider
When any dark or its shade was never it's favourite colour.
Nevermind,
but my eyes stil have their perfect almond mould
That has reduced its size
From caterpillar to butterfly years-
Into two frail heavy almonds
Secluded, burned and hurt.
Now, they dream of broken wings of the same white dove;
Crimson red roses and black bushy brows
And all the butterflies dying with the flow
It has not yet learnt,
To care about the eyebags that consistently grow
Or let go
Of the dream of flying over the clouds,
With stars and moon as it's companion alone.

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Dated: 29/Dec/2019