GHA
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My son Write this in high school..
Laying my marble on walls which themselves are unlaid, I talk to this wind which moves along in my endless ways. Grass stirs up and then gets decayed; plains I shovel find no stream to carry the soil away.I see delays and pauses in what bursts and then culminates in this universe; soul rides across those hues and arches that are scraped and displaced as centuries disengage and disintegrate. Corners are filled with forgone moments, open-air swirl in circles and remains tied to emptiness within me. Attracting all those spaces around, what I connect, revolves and then devolves in me, while robes that behold plunge in despair
Through these robes I see a world stripped of its own truce. World that I have known, have been so unknown to me, feathers to fly have often disappeared from my glides, roses to savour have pricked me.People I had known in moist of many wheezes, in streets of myriad loves have been so unknown to me. They are People I find hard to explain, people I find so distant to what I brim. Never have I ascended their horizons to concur stars that live and die in me. Never have I hummed on their tunes to bridge so many expressions that remain unexpressed in me.
Strangers they are to my inner deliberation, I have never been liberated to exteriors they unveil. In huddle of their voices, I have lingered on my own, without any purpose, but never have they been a voice that resounds a purpose to me. Never had I known what is happiness in these corridors, never have I known what it is to be sufficed within these globules. Roads I have trekked haven’t journeyed me, trails I have followed haven’t carried me, in those invisible clouts I have been fragment disowned, an erosion unconsoled. Beneath the surface of my furbish, there is tainted isle for you to see, thickened in mist of sorrow there remains a mountain of contradiction that is for no one to see, a sea of restlessness with unending depth for no one to see. So I dip and rise in my own figment, as this nothingness ceases to define disparage around me.
Laying my marble on walls which themselves are unlaid, I talk to this wind which moves along in my endless ways. Grass stirs up and then gets decayed; plains I shovel find no stream to carry the soil away.I see delays and pauses in what bursts and then culminates in this universe; soul rides across those hues and arches that are scraped and displaced as centuries disengage and disintegrate. Corners are filled with forgone moments, open-air swirl in circles and remains tied to emptiness within me. Attracting all those spaces around, what I connect, revolves and then devolves in me, while robes that behold plunge in despair
Through these robes I see a world stripped of its own truce. World that I have known, have been so unknown to me, feathers to fly have often disappeared from my glides, roses to savour have pricked me.People I had known in moist of many wheezes, in streets of myriad loves have been so unknown to me. They are People I find hard to explain, people I find so distant to what I brim. Never have I ascended their horizons to concur stars that live and die in me. Never have I hummed on their tunes to bridge so many expressions that remain unexpressed in me.
Strangers they are to my inner deliberation, I have never been liberated to exteriors they unveil. In huddle of their voices, I have lingered on my own, without any purpose, but never have they been a voice that resounds a purpose to me. Never had I known what is happiness in these corridors, never have I known what it is to be sufficed within these globules. Roads I have trekked haven’t journeyed me, trails I have followed haven’t carried me, in those invisible clouts I have been fragment disowned, an erosion unconsoled. Beneath the surface of my furbish, there is tainted isle for you to see, thickened in mist of sorrow there remains a mountain of contradiction that is for no one to see, a sea of restlessness with unending depth for no one to see. So I dip and rise in my own figment, as this nothingness ceases to define disparage around me.
