The Quest


My mind bombarded by
random thoughts,
Loaded with ambiguities.
My heart being precarious,
A constant wave of emotions.
My soul wanders in quest for
Entangled in my conflicting
state of heart and mind.
How do I deal with such
Hiding underneath.
I wonder if this world is a
My mind questions my own

By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


  1. Even I get bombarded by these type of random thoughts in nightmares, well about dreams I don’t know coz I don’t have anyπŸ˜ΈπŸ˜‰… So I guess I can imagine and relate to your condition πŸ˜πŸ˜ƒ
    Much love ❀❀!!

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  2. The three of us from the “Gilmours Nice Place” blog enjoyed reading your verse. Sir Winston was especially grateful for reading your poem because heΒ΄s a great fan of beautiful words. I had to explain to Mr Midnight what your poem was all about and after he understood he was really impressed. Keep up the good work and the best of greetings out of the magical Black Forest. πŸ™‚

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    1. Wow!!!! I have no words to express my gratitude. Your words made my day. Nothing can be heart touching than being appreciated for your work. Thank you so much for reading my poetry and make it read to your Sir Winston and Mr. Midnight. ☺☺ I am so glad. Your blessing means a lot to me. πŸ’–

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  3. I could understand how your mind bombarded with random thoughts even in your dreams and nightmares. πŸ˜‰

    How beautifully you’re trapped in those dreams all night long. πŸ˜ƒβ€πŸ˜˜πŸ˜

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