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Fallen in love with a shadow.
In the darkest of the darkest moment it shouted:
“Open your eyes. I am not real”
“Oh! Then what’s real?”
“You are love and you love”
“Being unreal, how can you identify the real then?”
“It’s all about realisation than reality and unreality”
“Who are you?”
“I am you”
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About Britton
It's a chattering of an eccentric who often can't control his vagrant thoughts while he is wandering around in search of the unknown. Well, it seems like, this world is an asylum N it invites each N everyone to have a stroll through this asylum. Further, for me it's a madylum :)
Humiliating mockeries all around, crushing anguish within, boring day-to-day chores.... oh! He has to wade through all these. :-( N the weary traveler should plod on. No matter what.
http://madylum.wordpress.com/
Love
Thanks a ton
Will send u the answer 
sure, i’ll <3
* gees ! i am not even a blogger
(kidding) Really love this Bri … so sharing it ! <3
If I weren’t met u who would’ve inspired me this much hmm??
Thanks for being with me 
<3
beautifully rendered the confusion of a mind…which tends to accept and believe everything around to be real but the very fact remains it is all in our belief… well written and thought
Oh my Gosh!! U r sharp
You said it 
Thanks a million Soumia
Man, know thyself. Perfect, Britton
Thank you so much dear
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Hard to know and see love. Some doors are difficult to open. I like the thoughts in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Most welcome. By the way, thanks to u for ur good words
Do appreciate the comments.
Reminds me of Walt Whitman “being both in and out of the game”. He is the person at the table, and the person outside himself observing it all, at the same time.
That “I am” speaking knows all the answers. Listen to him:-)
Yes, indeed
“being both in and out of the game” what a thought!!
Thank u very much indeed, Gabrie
very intriguing!
who is she?
No no… I was not speaking about an ex-lover or something. But, I was speaking about mind’s confusion with real N unreal or maybe ignorance N knowledge
See Soumya’s comment. She said it correctly 
got it now
“You are love and you love” “Its all about realisation…” Wonderful poem!
Thank u so much dear friend