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Of Deadlines And Anxiety
Of Deadlines And Anxiety
They say I smell of rotten promises
Of unhindered ignorance
And of shattering relationships;
But there I weep
On the edge of commitments
Half to my right: of emails and assignments
Half to my left: of friendships and conversations.
How I stink of butter, and curry, and stale coffee residues
My body craving water wilts down to droughts
My eyes, a swollen threat
My feet, a sign of labor
My fingers wrinkled to exhaustion
My mind, a flattening sleep;
Tell me where they sell time
Maybe an hour or two
For the sake of repair
Of wounded hearts and
loaded minds.
I know the sun shall rise,
But who doesn’t love the nights?
To blissful vistas
Unattended flaws
Crawling content
And dreamy skins,
Don’t they shower a couple of verses
On blank smiles and disrupted hopes?
Why does one whine
The crumbling of the moon
When their eyes were shut
When the moon shone crisp?
Why shall I be asked then
Of untethered meets
And unconsumed letters;
Why shall I wait
For scandals and tidings
Is it not ample to see
I’m slowly pouring myself
Into placid palettes of closure?
