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If only in real, I could fly. (drunkard’s poem #1)

Shooting oneself,   ourselves to   the infinite blue.
..floating on your dreams,    pretending to fly.

Closed eyes, breathing deep,   senses numb,    having no clue,
Riding your dreams,    pretending to fly.

The evil all around,    this dark night.
The feel of you   .. the look so sly.
Nothing takes me..    much as you do.
..as up as this   , and so high.

The evil all around,    this dark night.
If only in real, I could… fly.

Higher than fear   , there one screams..
I forgot where I started from,   floating in the void,
living my life    greater than my dreams.

The evil all around,    this dark night.
If only in real, I could… fly.

There stood my angel    with her smile so sly,
whispering arguments, which    I would never buy.

The evil all around,    this dark night.    I wish, I wish
If only in real, I could fly.

Up up.. I reached.. high in the blue..
Higher than the evil , having no clue..

Stands with arms open, there was my whitest white.
Never in my life, I saw something as bright.

The evil all around,    this dark night. I wish, I wish
If only in real, I could fly.

Up up.. I reached.. high in the blue..
Higher than the evil , having no clue..

There at the horizon, stood Anirban While he cried.
And here I am, floating in the air, in himself he died.

The evil all around,/ this dark night. I wish, I wish
If only in real, I could fly.

shree pramanik painting

I wish, I wish I could fly, as wild as my thought.
that argument that never stood bought.

The evil all around,/ this dark night. I wish, I wish
If only in real, I could fly.

It’s her hand that was sought..
Good with Evil tied in the knot…

If only in real I could fly.
I wish I wish I wish I could fly.

[June 3, 2012]
3rd graphic is based on a painting by Shree Pramanik.

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