Ananya Chatterjee Poems

Today it’s different outside, not that clumsy, wet, sullen morning
My wish is to see the same sunset which I witnessed awestruck from my attic,
I catastrophize each day thinking of you far away,
Which way did you come back to my home again...?
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My dream love has become a legend...so perfect so pristine, surreal and divine
whom will see, touch and desire but cannot possess...or may acquire again in dreams
My dream is a teaser to an eternal truth of an end
Its an embellishment, a soothing balm and an energy potion to drag myself a bit further
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