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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Wide Awake

I’m consigned to a world of my own,

Other characters standing mightily alone,
“Have I skipped a beat”, I ask my clone,

I’m resigned to be prone to a different zone.


Situations fold and unfold to a varying sew,

I thread wherethro’ with hardly a clue,

Normalcy appears to have many a skew,

Shrouded with the surreal and the mundane hue.


The world changes with a passing fright,

Beckoning me with all its fanciful might,

As reality is distorted with frightening sleight,

We are pushed to the edge to take the flight.


When awareness crosses its tantalising brink,

Our lives dance to the predestined link,

Conjuring untrammelled without a blink,

As lives are transformed in barely a wink.


A bearing so trivial yet an effect so believable,

A sense of realness yet containing the inconceivable,

I brace myself, losing control to your enticing label,

And wake up with a start as I destroy your cable.
Vishwas Anand
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