A Floating Dream
A floating dream doesn’t drift-it drags you. When you see the hook under the cloud you’ll finally wake up.
Vishwas Vaidya
A floating dream doesn’t drift-it drags you. When you see the hook under the cloud you’ll finally wake up.
Muse of a missing heartbeat doesn’t whisper inspiration-it bleeds it. This one isn’t for the gentle-it’s for the restless.
Celestial art doesn’t hang in galleries-it falls like petals in a storm. This poem captures the shot you never aimed at.
Destiny’s darling isn’t chosen-it’s hunted. This piece tracks the one you ran from not the one you chased.
A speechless song lives in the cracks between notes. This one plays the silence that screams when love becomes a quiet surrender.
When the jewel thief isn’t stealing gems-they’re stealing your standards. This poem forces you to ask what price you’d draw the line at.
A moonlit serenade isn’t romance-it’s the echo of a voice you forgot you owned. Listen before the dawn steals it back.
The peacock spreads its feathers not to impress-but to mask the wings it lost. This piece reveals the fight behind the display.
Midas touches don’t turn gold-they leave scars wrapped in shine. This poem strips the glamour away and shows you what you traded.
When you are away the distance isn’t empty-it’s a mirror that shows you what you thought you’d been hiding.
