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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It could simply be a midnight musing, where these ears are not! A life floating in NAY-Nay sound is also a simpering one, throughout! I call it: Just a “mood swing”, and it feels overwhelming, quite often these days! Everyone is nailing my thinking mind, hinting I might need a screw to keep myself sane and strong, upright. And I kept pondering about the London bridge, the glory of being prestigious and proud, And what a picturesque sunset should be in prevailing route! Farthest need from a crowd, Nevertheless It is simply a drilling sound; Not a single stanza more than that to be traced. Pairing hands, inflicting in moaning, and groaning in continuing hours of extenuation. The window blinds according to the work-order of today. Replaced and rejuvenated. And it is all about these sounds. One of a gentle kind but …. Noisy too, corrupting need of a warmonger. A competitor. Truthful sounds of functionality of life. Where disposable are dishes, dancing in hunger. A handyman deal is just a mere deal. In black and white, one kind of that. And I knew one sunset sky , after all these days of mending and blushing. Also unfolding in rueful efforts of expiation, quite a zealous one. Promising. The Lord knows the laws of land, everywhere. Along every way of possibility. And the Lord knows the exceptions are also true. For sure. a forbidden tree. Assuring me about the night. And shoes of a handyman are also an earned chore, where life still code-switches on a pristine door. On a night, someone could turn into a sculptor. In subjugation and humility. We are nothing more than pleading hands in prayers, whim and much more, A long, lonely walk along a longer shore of life. A duality residing on a memory lane. where different dimensions are still there in methods of boiling broth, in Can-opener and can, On a housewarming eve of some other Santa's. And festive seasons are in, chiming otherwise.
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