Gate

By Aditya Bhardwaj

Living,

Dying,

Pursuing,

Window,

Bail,

Rust,

Cigarettes,

All just perceptions of one reality,

All just a mirror to how we see,

What we see,

What gives meaning to,

And what takes away the right to mean to,

Living in a fantasy,

Growing apart,

Humans.

By Aditya Bhardwaj

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