Have you ever known how it feels to be...
a bagful of rejected clothes
lost amidst Julia`s thousand dreams?
Talking to clotheslines...
Walking down the alleys of hanging pyjamas
demystifying the voices out of noisy screams.
I still want to believe,
Every person on earth is right.
Every boy is worth his salt,
Every poem deserves a thought –
An understanding.
Every damn word has a million meanings
And every damn meaning is true.
Else it`s difficult to find your way out
Of Julia`s dream.
There are too many turns
And too many conspiring corners.
Where people sit and whisper
Whatever they think is right
Whatever to them makes sense.
Together the senses merge
To complicate affairs at the gateways
Of Julia`s dream.
Neither I nor you can figure out
a similar sense out of a dream.
So why try at all?
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