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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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