Unseen And Untouched
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The quivering waves of stale blood,
Flowing through my tired veins.
And these mysterious unseen tangles,
Of my tiny, blunt and harsh chains.
I seem to be swallowed and sunken,
By the miseries of those perennial pains.
Come, let's fantasize about this platitude!!
The piercing sharp stroke,
Etching tunnels and making me hollow.
I am dreaming the deadliest fire,
Sucking peace to wrap-up the sorrow.
And all those inhumane creatures,
Grunting and groaning for least to borrow.
My ends don't reach their meet,
It's just a matter of some self-built greed.
The more and more I dig it apart,
I find it blur and swift as a dart.
The thoughts consumed and the words spilled out,
Are heading the way to fraud and drought.
But then I know, how to revert it back,
And sail the boat to my older stack.
Clubbing the taste and tongue back to board,
I steal the spot and shelter my thoughts.
And still, I breathe through virtual shadows,
Of what I call them facts unknown,
Unseen and untouched, but deeply felt and heard!!