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Faltered egos resting in peace.
Let the arm rise and unleash a caressing love
for the one I miss.
A once submissive wheel now leaving the concrete, indicating,
this faked union of nothingness can’t be any longer
dancing in its friction, a dance to delete
the long struggle of solitude
with the one I miss.
Those doors are found locked
and I am in a shock
My visions suffer a known blockage.
The ‘answers’ are yet to be an answer.
Perhaps, an hallucination for the hallucinated.
There still resides the one I miss.
A call and everything’s new
Of such strange happenings, I dream
I am already dead from a few battles,
there are still a few left.
My hopes being ice-stirred, Vodka-diluted,
gleaming like flickering chandeliers.
I gather with efforts, those faded gems;
the thoughts of the one I miss.
I find, I smile.
Lost memories return.
They stay for a while as all flashes do
Cacophony & euphony get clashed.
Sheets of words flying from a torn file
One of them gets acknowledged at last,
for a poem.
Who and for whom will it be?
Take your time.
Hint: I am not the first
I am rarely the last.