Ways

Strident thoughts let loose

Caught in a rigmarole in a congested mind

Eyes scream, and lungs can expand no more

Erratic beats dream of another rhythm

Nothing exotic like the natural one

Yet, extravagant in their throes

Cellular upheaval and distress calls

Deafens the poor ears

Out of sync flow goes berserk

Winding across torturous paths

Liberated in a counterproductive way

~Amitav

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