Poemorama at Paper Poetry
The 10pm Reflection
The Writer’s Journal

It’s 10pm and I am sitting alone in the balcony. The wall which I started painting a week back is still incomplete. I can see the money plant branching in four different directions. My balcony looks more green now and there’s that quiet hum of the raindrops quietly straining through the leaves. I am ignoring the paint tubes strewn on the table, today I don’t want to play with colours. I want to write.
I want to dream about that home which I have left behind. We writers will be always burdened by our dreams. I feel like a refugee sometimes because of my wandering poems. Always looking for a place to rest. I am tired but I can’t stop. I need to awaken this page. I need to write.
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