When dreaming with a broken heart,
Waking up is the toughest part.
The day filled with love and red,
Am feeling all empty and all dead.
Dreams digging the pages of past,
Plans for the dreams which will never be cast.
All the images turned unreal,
As if I was hallucinating till then.
The list of desires,
Freezed in a moment,
All d fake life,
And in reality am living…
Jyoti Vishwakarma’s 
beautiful piece
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Thankyou… my pleasure u liked it.. 🙂
God bless,
Jyoti.
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Well it is no problem and god bless you to. Check out my blog when you get a chance
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Ya sure. Il definitely go through as n when m free… 🙂 😉
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thanks
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You’re welcome dear… do visit again and stay connected…. 🙂
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i will!
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Good stuff!
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Ohh thank you…. 🙂
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everyone falls one day or other day,it hurts,it leaves scars,but we have to move on… 🙂
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