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I speak in syllables
I have known words
My vocabulary inert
Blue and white
Black and white
Monochromatic
Or rainbow like

Cold and numb
Warm to fuzzy
Systematic
Cognitive overdrive

Day and night
At will
Unflinching
Rhythmic
Serpentine
My heart
Neither sad
about anyone, nor mad...

Yes! It's changed
No one matters
not interested in others' matters

I don't claim
It's under control
But, it doesn't trust them anymore

Not exactly
It's shrunk to few people
But not ready for new hassle

When they meet
I greet with a smile
But "no strings attached" is new style

The status is available
But steered clear
from those who aren't approachable

Have hopes and
Do have desires
But now I do not aspire

Only when it rains
The old wounds pain
But the life is peaceful again
#love #peace #pain
It takes a storm
To know the strength of the winds
No more gentle as the breeze

It takes a storm
To make the calm and silent waves swell
A lesson it must teach

It takes a storm to know
Past is done, do not dwell
Gentler waves now touch the shore

For the storm too knows
Finite it is, in its entirety
Lose it must, to the tree of will

It takes a storm to know your strength
It takes a will of the tender tendrils
To sway with the winds
And stay still in the storm
Written between June and August :)
The flowers knew it was their end

The flowers knew their life was short

There was no way through

The flowers knew their way through

The flowers knew their way to the end

They knew it was worthwhile

They smiled to the end
Caught in the mundane
Imagination escapes my thoughts
Wilfully plant themselves someplace alive
Joyous trees in the forest thrive

Not a word
Written nor spoken
Some emotions best buried underneath
Not to be watered never to sprout

Crossing paths and boundaries too
Rain meets summer, seasons intermingle
Flowering blooms spring stays bold
Leaves of colour, turn to gold

My thoughts like silt and sand
Awash and Washed ashore
Emerge and submerge
Wavering like the waves

The mundane rose and raved
Common its place
Not a day with or without
Every day life thrives
Except for the last verse, rest was written on 15th June
First thing I do when
I get to work
is hide

Because a good employee
is hard to find
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