There is a constant tussle.
Tussle between my reality and dream.
Reality is nothing to complain about.
But dream is the perfect place.
There is a constant tussle.
Tussle between me and myself.
I have everything one can ask for.
But not just joy, I seek peace.
There is a constant tussle.
Tussle between yesterday and tomorrow.
Yesterday was perfectly fine.
Tomorrow is anxious mine..
There is a constant tussle.
Tussle between life and death.
Life I am dying to live.
Death will make it meaningful.
~ Archana Harish
Pune, India
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
A poem that can connect wid everyone….Too good Archie….
Harsh reality in poetic words… A poem that very much connects
Wowwwwwwwww….excellent 😊😊