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Dec 2022
This is such a shrill silence
where a thousand thoughts
clamour and wrestle
in the fine dusts of time,
their grunts and roars merging
into a steady drone
like a metronome gone crazy.

I hear the blood coursing through my veins
the air entering and leaving
the food and the whisky
being churned into slurry
the hair being tousled by
some unseen hands.

I hear the atoms and molecules conspire
they want a new universe
a new everything
a new I
I hear them quarrel, collide, coalesce
I hear long-dead stars wink.


how long will this last?
will I wake from this reverie
like a startled rooster
or will i sink into the vast oblivion
of this beautiful nothingness
where I will hear every little reverberation?
anilkumar parat
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anilkumar parat  61/M/Kerala, India
(61/M/Kerala, India)   
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