Meaning Less

Magnification of the dreams and gibbous reflection

No one can illumine them at the chosen hour

The suppressing darkness strolls with an unknown intent

Scraping off time from the worn out clock

Less noisier moments are like a heavy burden

Wrung out clouds across the tattered melancholic sky

A part of tenebrous life worries the part-time thinker

Curiosity of the eyes, a heavy heart pushing against the ribcage

Like a failed meditation, the moments spar with time

Slice of shadow cannot hinder the birth of a tomorrow

Idle worries will leap out of the unrecognised dreams

Sycophants guarding grave boundaries of a mysterious world


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