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The patchwork inside me
Winnowing wind
Fluttery curtains
Hush silence!

I just ran fingers across the edges
The hopes spring from the curves of desires
 send chills down  spine
Leave ‘them’ as though you have not chosen them

Inside the head
Clamours and yells
Ancestors wailing behind the door
Walls are giggling

The attachment coiled around the love
Like serpent under the flower
Transgression of boundaries my dream and my fear,
I tiptoed
End of the tunnel feels as beginnings

Voices from my worn out lips
Belong to the crossroads
Ruptures and chasms,
Slide into the timeless oblivion…


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