• muskan_11 9w

    I look for doors and windows
    to shut and open --
    My thoughts are dying;
    Kindly show me the way
    To the land where born and unborn
    shadow of yours
    lay beside the bales of hay.
    Sometimes I wonder,
    Of your presence and absence
    like a sky gazer exploring the bright-dim stars and their numbers.
    Such efforts are pipe dreams,
    You are impossible to reach, they say.
    You come and go, as you please!
    Like a moonbow lives for night and moonlight,
    Such a known stranger you are,
    Unintelligible but sweet.
    I look for those riddle filled poems
    to read and write --
    My thoughts may live;
    From words to words
    I keep connecting to your rhythm,
    but nothing stays.
    Two terminals sometimes they seem
    like asking for a connection,
    But line by line it becomes an n-sided polygon.
    Then, I look for calculation
    to reach the end and breathe --
    Again neither you nor your word stays
    And my thoughts go for a peaceful sleep.

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