I heard voices,
Decipher not one.
They heard me not,
As I struggled to lift up –
Enveloped in fear ‘n’ trembling.
“Not real” heard distantly,
I wake up with a racing heart.
Sleep wasn’t peaceful.
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Yet, I am not different
Apparently, there’s nothing common
In two people’s lives,
Till situation wipes space and time;
Opportune to movement
I’m here and so are you;
When was the last, where time raced
With little reflection?
Boundaries apart
Preciousness of life
Yet to be realised….
Waiting and waning
“Will I see another New Year?”
Child asked Santa;
Trust never failed.
I continue to read,
Hoping for many
A life of dignity
And some food to eat.
Wonder, if they still know
The taste of potatoes and beans.
There’s nothing common
Yet, I am not different.
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Lost white to curator’s imagination –
Shadow splayed wall left an impression.
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