Tinged with poignant hues, rippled horizon from night’s lamentations Dulled crimson looks odd on a morning canvas, dreams are barometers of human loneliness Yesterday has a significant influence, whereas, the present looks bewildered In between, a lone man tries to train his eyes to look beyond Thinking,”this too will be washed away”, may be needs another fierce downpour It may either make the world look … Continue reading Dreams after Waking up