Sweet Nightmares...A Poem by HamzaThere are always those few nightmares that make us smile... Not because they were funny, but when we realize we're alive, we feel alive ..Rasping voices from the slippery steep converge behind your wary eyelids, this time blades sparkle it right. Robes swell from your own ghoul, boundless, slow motion drives, through that cloud of winged snakes, the rough beast rises, arms up and wild. High winds storm the night, each gust a knife wound, each pause turns you in your sleep. Morning lands on both knees bounces twice" are you alive?
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StatsAuthorHamzaJammu, Jammu & kashmir, IndiaAboutHamza .. that's me .. An Engineer by profession and a writer by Emotion ... I am 26... I am no different, I am not special .. I'm just a different face, and a few different fingerprints .. I am.. more..Writing
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