I cannot see that hand;
The one that held mine loosely,
Leaving me perplexed.
Observations fall prey to a bizarre delusion,
Truth acts like yesterday’s hallucination.
Truth?
Wrapped in the robes of action,
Your eyes narrate concoctions of passion.
Words entwine subtle gestures,
Obscuring reality from deception.
Disappearing smiles besiege me ad nauseam,
Memories prefer to stay locked up in the Museum.
Ruminations guide me into a land not known;
Dead ends break into labyrinths of life,
To honour the quest of my toes.
I keep on lighting extinguished candles,
Burning my fingers in the fire of woes.
A cicatrix shows up on your fist,
The real gashes are elsewhere,
Hidden behind the masquerade of ‘nowhere’.
See through it, see through it!
This is a beautifully composed piece of writing. I was particularly struck by the line: “Your eyes narrate concoctions of passion”. Excellent stuff. 🙂
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Thank you Scrunch. 🙂
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The flow in this is incredible and so are the words !! Beautiful job:)
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I am glad that you liked it.
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Yes very much 🙂
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Good one 👍😁😁😁!!!
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Thanks Bill😁
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Very nice Shreya! Take care and thank you for following.
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Thank you so much Kelly💚
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You’re very welcome Shreya.
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Beautifully written, Shreya. Thanks for sharing with us 🙂
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Thank you so much! Really means a lot😃
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This is beautifully composed! I am awestruck by looking at your craft with words! Keep going! 🙂
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Thank you so much! 😄
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Second last paragraph! What a beautiful imagination !!
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Thank you😊
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