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Wonderland's Way

 Driving through the ruins of my emptiness.

I see many people trying to please me.

With all sorts of cherries and pastries.

They say they know the way to wonderland.

Where all my miseries would evade.

Where happiness and glee eternally prevails.

They only need one thing from me they say.

To forget my directions and my ways.

To leave my strive from the roads of dismay.

You will never find your bay they say.

Where you can drink the pristine water of heavenly flavours.

They have a secret route to happiness.

Which they can't say to anybody else.

But my deranged journey captivated their attention.

They wanted to help me to reach my destination.

Which were aligned with theirs.

They just needed my car they said.

At that time I became distressed ,perplexed.

Not knowing the bay I started to loose my ways.

Hence I decided to be surrendered by my dismay.

I agreed with them.

And lend my car.

We drove together for long hours.

It felt pleasurable.

As I was accompanied with the songs of guitar.

The whole ambience made me ecstatic and sedated.

I started to loose my senses.

Clearing out fog of the lenses.

I finally opened my eyes.

Like getting out of the sleep from long nights.

Only to find myself in the same state again.

But this time there was no car and nobody to find me the way.









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