The Medicinal Relief!
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In a spark
of some unconscious imagination
Or in an intuitively telescoped montage
Of my deep vision
treading alone wretchedly
on the thorny pavements of your alienation
leading to your heart
the journey gets tough- -an infinity
during the course of which
the nights are long and tedious
the mornings bring no calm
such nights and mornings together
keep bruising the pain hidden
behind every hearty smile
in such moments of isolation
from the rest of the world,
and my own busy self
the medicinal relief I receive
by writing orphan poems with broken reeds
the feel of such writes is special to me
especially those which are written
with the eyes blurred
hands numb
heart dead
and mind not working at all…
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