Where it Begins

Flaccid ideas create a trail- an uninspiring landscape

Mere selfish thoughts are wound tightly; a strenuous life

Jealously burns longer than the lights of the day

Singes the beautiful night too- dreams run away

Life is a mere formality as it stretches feebly over a reality

Poor language emerges the only means of communication

It fails- only misapprehensions and failed relationships

Carnivals of mindless frivolities stir a lusty euphoria

Nothing of the intellect but dreams of ogres become truths


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