Break

The Sunday Muse #188

 

a moment to self

closed within the subconscious

silent communion

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The Real World

 The Sunday Muse #187

A dark shadow breathes,

In the empty spaces

The rusted mind moves in circular motion

Chasing truth in bits and pieces.

Reality is just a lie!.

There are those wandering hours 

Enveloped in  darkness

Into the unknown world,

A world filled with illusions

Spiralling in a  hallucinating blackhole.

People are just an existence!

The eyes only meet

Shapeless entrances and entities 

Conversation within the empty walls

Echoes in silent resonance.

No key can open these shadowless doors!

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(Dementia- when a dear one goes through this phase, you are left with  a helpless feeling)

Distortions

 

The Sunday Muse #186

Love,

 a  natural disaster

cannot be controlled or contained

masquerading

the passions of self-love.

Eyes.

windows to the soul

can play games

if one is not careful.

Mirage,

what we see and feel

short and sharp

bits of universes

lodged in the distorted psyche!

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Too Broken to Heal

 The Sunday Muse #185 

Grudges,

Those invisible boundaries

Relations bonded by blood

Flow in unseen maps

Sometimes pulling

In different directions: period.

 

How to mend the broken bonds?

 The bitterness sustain

They say blood is thicker than water!

 No road to those forced fences

The heart bleeds and aches

Longing to feel the good old times.

Relationships are glassed

Masked and glued

In grains of sand

Too porous, too fragile

Ephemeral indeed!

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