Where the reasoning is
Conscious of some life
I summon my spirit
And soothe my strife.
With no second thought
I do grab silence
Which provokes my mind..
And have it penned.Hence;
When I do lie on
Indolent bed unconscious,
In the emotional layers
Of my subconscious
Of agonized whispering's
Of my mind,
Which in timely do tingle..
And do me remind
Of being jovial, that too
in absolute despair.
Wherein.. I... within self
Hath to repair
My senses, to have
A variation, a change
Into a subtle mood
Unto a subtle range;
Akin to that of an actor
Who conceives...
And enacts as per
His senses- that perceives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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