Happy tearslusty dewdropsa distant conch shellmatched with too near moansa
I am not a Trojan horse,neither are you the Hellenic
A knot in the gutTangled thread looseningserpent broodingin summer hibernation.The
The temple bells have long been gonethe fiery pyre turned
Amidst midnight blues,Borrowed puffs of breath, unceremonious wrinkled sheetAnd curled up
Strangers in love Under spells of blue Distanced from earth
A locked door,Bolted safe from inside,away from prying eyes.Hands reaching
Sometimes the nights get too darkUnlit clouds glide through new
Mists morphing into imagesOf seamless illusionsNight morphing into morning’sAssisted breathingMetaphors
My shadow lurks behind meOn a crooked plain I tread
Morbid memory,Obscenely ordinary.Neurotic Nostalgia.Agitated aggression.Mindless mundaneness.I am the ruthless executionerEvery
Someday we will goUnder the greenwood treeDistanced from the earthDistanced
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