an excavation performed
with finesse,
not even a drop of red
dribbled.
a kaleidoscope flashed
a galore of breathless
scattered, splattered images.
the grating memories
faded soon in the horizon.
stupefied I stood upon
few remnants of thoughts,
spot a wall engraved
with deep, deep scuff
etched long, long back.
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the pain ebbed away long ago
but the scar remained
sometimes i look at it
try to hide it away from prying eyes
decorate it with cosmetics
try to pass it off as a new style
yet the scar remains firm in its place
reminding me of the day i got it
yeah, actually we always try to hide our pain, yet it pricks very often, so it's better to accept it at it is.
Without it life would have become insipid.
Pains are intense, and they hurt. And yet, beneath the pains one finds the promise of new creations. This is the way the world goes on. From the pains of childbirth to the pains of the Big Bang, the world has a plentiful of such promises. I honour the intensity with which the pain is transformed to craetive promise in these lines.
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