To He Who Asked Me Why Do I Think Deep
To he who asked me why do I think deep:
Thoughts pile up
One over the other
Forming guarding angels at times of despair
Forming misguiding demons at times of pleasure
Irony, I know, but this is the wisdom
The vision
Be it in the party or
In the gore
What I love is to write it off
Dancing with the rhythm of words
Crying off the agony
Being lost in the ecstasy
Know my friend
There is a way out and
A different way in
Thoughts pile up
One over the other
I make my banquet ready!
-puvi-
(24/10/2015)
Copyright © Punnia Viswan Bhatia | Year Posted 2015
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