The fine line.A Poem by SuditiWhen we start taking our dreams seriously, life is bound to become ironic.The Fine line An unimportant question then, Its the only answer now. It was so easy then, It is so much harder now. It was immaterial then, It has become my pride now. A non-existent treasure then, It is my oxygen now. It was totally crazy then, It is my sanity now. It was my happy refuge then, Its what hurts the most now. It was a mere distraction then, It is my North star now. It was almost Evil then, It has become my God now. What seemed so surreal then, It is my entire being now. It didn't belong to the jigsaw then, It is the entire picture now. It was a far fetched fantasy then, It is my only dream now.
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Added on May 4, 2012Last Updated on May 4, 2012 Tags: dreams AuthorSuditiIndiaAboutHi! Trying to reconnect with you guys and myself through poetry, after a long time. Excited to read the amazing stuff around here. If you happen to go through my writing, I hope it's worth your.. more..Writing
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