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rumblings on 23rd December

With every passing strand of time,

I find myself at the mercy of the same Gods
I can’t reconcile with the truth
that you will love someone else.
I find myself bereft of words
Rhythmic verses have transformed into hollow proses.
My heart bleeds to win your heat
My eardrums strain to hear your voice
My mind conjures images to fool my eyes
To tell me that you are here.
My mind create false hopes
that I create a situation
to hear your thoughts.
This is the last stage of bargaining.
A last prayer telling the Gods
I seek not the lighthouse
but the distant warmth of the rays
to bring a smile to my lips.
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9 thoughts on “rumblings on 23rd December

  1. विश्व दीपक says:

    Liked it…specially these two lines:This is the last stage of bargaining.but the distant warmth of the raysGreat going!!-Vishwa Deepak

  2. lifeizlikethat says:

    Rhythmic verses have transformed into hollow proses Niice man.. nice!!Btw WTF is wrong with ur comment field, doesnt let paste anything or even go back w/o backspace.. :O

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