When the pressure mounts...
Of unknown circumstances
Of unknown terrains
Of unknown chaotic environments...
Just try to creep in to
The dreamy world
The dreamy shelf
Full of dreamy moments
And happy thoughts...
Out of the gloomy world
And melancholy moments
What can't be done
And can't be mend
Bygones are bygones
And those uncertain days
The shell which you can't break
Can't understand their alien ways
Can't break the shackles
Be in it, to fight with it
To understand what you are born for
Your umpteen calls will be unanswered
Or replied with the reminder
Of understanding your worth
And finish the tasks.
Have a dream of coming out of
The barriers of Matrix
And sail through the vacuum
To reach unknown happiest world
To the stage where everything is just
Motionless, still and void.
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