Praveen Kumar 
as the trees swayed to the gentle lullaby of the night, sleep was the last thing on my mind, restless mind and sombre thoughts manifest inside me;
my life has always been a dream, a never ending chase, often taking me to hell and back, a dream that at times seem like a nightmare;
as i sit here and count the scars, these tortured thoughts scream louder and louder in my mind, a mind filled with dreams is now just filled with chaos, maybe out of chaos comes order?
maybe one day? but time is my enemy, i stand at the edge and wonder, as i look down, wishing that something could happen, i feel like a bird without wings!
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I missed this site. Just remembering the last time i commented on a poem here.. can’t believe its already four years.