i always had it easy.
but now i wonder,
where the charm has receded?
or has the luck faded?
shall i cede too?
shun the armours?
pull down my defences?
d swords are drawn now.
against wishful thinking-
the hanky panky fancy.
a delirious delirium.
am i too lost in the conundrum?
maze,daze,haze..
winds of change,
along the winding path.
shall i take out my wine and sitar?
will the gita save me now?
or the plastic guitar?
tunes.
tones.
toons.
tuneless.
lost of chord.
lost of harmony.
hollow echoes reverberate.
up there.
somewhere.
where i've got to reach.
till then.
no solace.
no song of the saviour.
just a clear whirlpool
of luminos silencio supreme...
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