Discovery
about fleeting human emotions
about words on constant flow
or maybe flux
the canopy of expressions too
fails to hide the gross side
and yet we pretend
to be oblivious of nasty stand
and we smile
to the world outside
carrying our own devils
the flickering flames on ride
We claim what we don't mean
expecting essence from forbidden stream
the chain exists
of floods and droughts
the cycle is never missed
of surety and doubts
And all I see
is an endless road
with a cup of coffee
with thoughts of everyday
seeming suddenly mundane
and yet I understand
the games and names
or maybe I too
am a part of it
with all its gaiety
with all its flux
but its just bliss
to be aware of
of the gyred entity
of time
of these concave
spherical rhymes.
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