Deep Paul Poems

I do have many masks
Which are kept discretely in the dark cellars of mind.
They surface involuntarily in me
To suit various times and seasons.
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Sitting alone in my ill lit room
I was pondering over my crazy thoughts
Everything around felt null and void
Except the distant growling of a hungry street dog.
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Sitting in my little crammed cabin of pine
I was lost in dreary thoughts of mine
Oh my soul I don't get you!
Where you go and when you rest?
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Life gifts us 'pain', a natural phenomenon
Which demands no language to understand
It comes as a bolt from the blue
And creeps in at the most improper time.
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