Odd Moments

Those who belittle solitude in foul languages

Surround me like a swarm of bees; it is stifling

Accusations crawl over logic so creepily

What utter nonsense can achieve?

I feel dismayed by the weather that prevails

They overlap now and blur the distinct nature

How can I just fold my dreams so oddly?

I feel the busyness is so languorous, and cliched too

There is no way to distinguish the new dawn

Night still crawls awkwardly in stretches of time

Such misplaced exultations are inexplicable

A world looks like an odd swirl

Denuded reasons weaken the narrative


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