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GLASS HOUSE
GLASS HOUSE
It was me
Yes ,did it deliciously
Mind blown
Petals chopped
Goodness stamped
Fantasies striped
Freshly plucked dreams
Buried alive .
Years flew along water
With oncoming seasons
Virility of cool showers
Narrowing to drizzles
In faded memories .
Nun bird nested in heart
Transfigures to a shadow
In white thread monsoon rain .
Rain prevails
Nothing but rain
Lashing rain ,her hair unleashed .
I sat at the doorstep waiting patiently
Dreams sprouting to life ,
Swallowing mouthful of air
Shadow of my soul
Bow to gnawing flame
In this coconut shell
Lying in state .
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