Guilt

Travelogues of tours unguided, rhapsodies of unplanned itineraries,

unassented though, Life, makes me stay in unknown unnamed dormitories

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Corridors dark, of despairs, here they're like a walk unto the infinity

Patches seldom, of light sublime, but controlled, are they to test my integrity

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As I unpack my sacks, some plethora of hyped expectations, rolls on, to flow

but destiny, waits for me in the dark, like a predator, or like Chimera, her eyes glow

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Meals, infrequent, sometimes tastier, tasteless at times, being served by invisible caretakers

Tastes myriad startling, of love, passion, anger and affection, served along with guilt, as tastemakers

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Illusions of covered feet, keep painting the walkways Vibgyor, making me memorize, the ordeal of furthering the walk

despite the tacenda of cold and lightlessness, with one foot covered, Id have to walk, to rediscover the other lost sock.