Knocking at the door of sleep





Knocking at the door of sleep...

I am getting so lost in myself ...
Tumbling down inward into the myriad ways of sleep... the inside you that you experience but can't remember...
The inside you that reflects your day,week,life but in such an irrational and unbelievably real way that you wake up disoriented....
... sometimes laughing ...
... sometimes crying ...



... never really knowing why ...

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  1. Er Piyush Gupta25 April 2022 at 19:03

    Insaan ka sabse bada dost aur dushman darr hota hai,

    agar neend nhi aaye toh office/school/any organisation mein performance khona ke darr humesha laga raheta hai,

    life khabhi bhi ek jaise nhi rehti hai har par,har sapthahr mahine,har saal yeh darr hi satata hai,
    ki kahin kucch galat na ho jaye...

    insaan sahi ke baaare mein nhi socchta hai,
    insaan ko sirf life me profit/loss se matlab hota hai...

    mera hisab se upar wale ne insann ko aisa code kia hai ki

    khabhi yeh darr khushi deta hai
    aur
    khabhi yeh darr khamosi deta hai

    aur insaan sirf paise ke peecha pagal ho raha hai,
    agar insaan life ka main target hi samaz jaaye toh isska matlab

    uss insaan hi disha sahi hai
    ya phir
    wo insaan khud ek bhagwan hai.....


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