Posted in Poetry

When Dreams get Dusty 

When dreams get dusty

Hope ailes

Love remains  just

a word in books

Body starts packing up

And there is nothing

To live for

Why do I drag on ?

Why is life still an option

And death dreaded ?

Why do I   cling to

The ashes of my being  still

Than merging into oblivion

Why does stupidity ,

Hoping against hope

Takes over

The wisdom of embracing

The inevitable

‘The End?’



Still searching for everything ! Amateur photographer , poet , biker ( pillion riding !) , traveller , blogger , adventurer , book crazy , animal lover .

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