Flood of memories
Drought of answers,
Landslides of probabilities,
Earthquake of reality,
Jerking my whole being..
Shaking my faith.
Forces of nature pushing me through,
Time travel pulling me more.
Let me stop..stop please!
My own voice screaming within,
Deafening my ears..
More as my hands press against my ears,
Growing louder with time.
“Tell me what is this life?”
I scream within.
“You already know!” Comes the devil’s reply
Surprisingly from within.
My only escape…Sleep it is.
Eyes shut and there it is..
Sweet Reality..forbidden Reality!
Here I hold my life’s purpose!!!
“This is the purpose of my life”
Over and over I tell myself.
My eyes open and as soon as the darkness vanishes..
With it vanishes the reality.
What was it? What was the purpose of my life?
Oh Wretched me…wretched me…
priyankapradhansite 
Loved your poem especially the end.👌👌👍
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thank you puja 🙂
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So nice pp..just loved it…go ahead..
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Thank u so much madhuri😊
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Were you dreaming, lucid one ? Over thinking, is that the reality u talking about ? The devil ! does it mean misguide ? Is that you in the poem ? your state of mind,
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This actually happened to me. A couple of times when I was asleep I felt that this is it like I have found my life’s purpose..that satisfaction about “being” overcame but when I woke up it was all gone.
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Ummm exactly like I thought. you think about it, often times.
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No I had never thought about it. Infact the dream made me think. Read my other article “Another realm of reality” you will know my relation with dreams☺
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