Clattering are the rambling thoughts,
Surging into my magnet-brain,
Which attracts even the cameoed-portraits,
That appeared and went away in a jiffy,
On the curtain of my jinxed life,
Come and go, all of you!
Make me your calm sojourn,
But don't forget, when you leave,
Take your modest mendacity with you!
To the docile river of fairies,
Where your oscillating presence would ripple,
Webs and webs of intricate circles…
Head up high, my thoughts are not your inn!
I am a poetized breath of a meteor of fire,
Your intruder reflection of clay on myself,
Would end up in nothing but a traceless illusion,
Which, before its formal birth,
Would meet an informal death,
Come and leave, all of you,
Only I shall stay in my realm forever…
IQRA & PARAS.
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