Jaded

Do I dare to dream!!

These days I don't spend too much time to think what I need to put here . Can't deny that I have did in past or when I started out this blogging business. Now this has become a place where I just put in my random thoughts and which I know in my senile age I would read and try to remember what triggered it.

On this one. It is not categorized because it is just confused me writing it.. 

When you are not sure what is that you are getting how the heck to react? Is it just a small gift that you get once and then cherish forever. Is it a chocolate ice cream that you treat yourselves every now and then but then melts out of your hands if you try to hold on to it. Or is it a something that you know you will have in life throughout. 

Jaded

I have seen it, felt it
Even treasured it
It is out there in front of you
People seem to be full of it

Reach for it , it swifts by
And to think ,you almost has a grasp
It cant be all that laborious
After all it is ubiquitous

It throws its own twists and spin
Expects you to be on your keen
Never presents itself when there is desideratum
Lurking out like a phantom

I may be ignoble
doesn't mean that I cant hope
Wait is extended
And heart is jaded 




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