when strings like gossamer hold and entangle
in between the soul oscillates and dangles
to scot free from earth , to flee to astral
while getting the impeccable sprinkles of divine conjecture’
amidst the push and pull
with the force of centrifugal
churns the spirit
essence of evolution.
They nv’r learnt to rest
The untiring pair stood everywhere –
in corridors, in queue
struggling for survival
even in nights, beside the bed
burdened with duty, the lonesome pair
They surprise
shock
smile over and share
“Tis our dedication” ,spoke the duo very clear
filling the corridors with resonance
proclaiming their presence
I unfailingly rest for few hours
While the pair of energetic legs stand forever
this time the ink has dried like my spring of feelings parched over time and ages season seems frigid buds remain unbirthed flowers seem withered stagnant is nature nothing changes arid becomes heart tongue becomes voiceless agony is the new me pain is the new name. ©Soumya
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