“Dreamless Eyes”

Dreamless eyes in the Spring

stay awake in the middle of night,

Fickle dream bubbles burst

with a single prick of renewal;

melted like the winter snow;

Flowing downwards and rushing,

they merged with the great ocean of illusion.


My eyes stare bare

at the advent of regeneration;

Empty of dreams and dormancy,

they are wide awake and restless :

Awaiting a renewed fill of spectacles.

Poem and photograph Copyright ©️ 2022 Vipanjeet Kaur- VJ Poetic Musings

Photo clicked by Vipanjeet


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