Poetry world

In dreams, When you'll be away,Away from bitterness of life,Far from the pain of being alone,Alone for no reason,Away from the shadows of peace,And fake happiness,When only voice could be heard,Voice of your soul,When there will be no tears of sadness,

The will become just a myth,I promise, I will always be around you,And will always wish you could stay,Stay for little longer,When morning

A freezing dawn of January,

Mystique mist covering the itinerary,

Chilling air reaching inside the cloths,

And then I heard soft whispers,

Saying �Don't go back to sleep�

I thought it�s an illusion,

And it�s only my mind�s creation,

But I heard it again,

Now in a familiar voice,

Saying �Don't go back to sleep�




It kept saying the mystique,

After a while my tears roll down,