What am I?

A foggy, sunny, soothing morn,

interrupts my linkage with twilight zone.

I wake up, yawn and look in the mirror,

and can’t recognize the face in error.

A new day comes with pile of thoughts,

but night comes and obliviates not one but most.

My life goes on, so does my fantasies go,

Ever’ll I achieve something, I don’t know.

Failure has been a kin of mine,

but i know it will induce the moment of cloud nine.

As it seems I’m not a hopeless case,

although i agree I’m behind in academic race.

Someday we all will see that bright milky glow,

Then we’ll be gone.

I want to live my life in this twilight zone.

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  • Netty net on Jan 29, 2010

    I like this poem, here in fantasies you want to travel to another time and place.

  • amandeep13 on Jan 29, 2010

    Marvelous

    Keep it up

  • aniket on Jan 29, 2010

    great poem dude.thats a great start

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