Maya Neelima

My head was beaming with thoughts..
With my fingers shivering
and nostrils stuck..
My pen was no where to be seen,
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My foot on ocean sand
I was walking,
Thinking mad..
Feeling the breeze sweep my soul,
...

I was under sky,
When wind talked to me.
My mind was silent,
But heart was whispering.
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My thoughts were like a sludge
Unhealthy,
Faint with a bulge.
I was in deep trance..
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It was painted dark,
Of a lonely childhood,
Broken toys
And unanswered cries.
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