Poignant reminder of memories tumble down,
As I lose my way in the labyrinth of thoughts
There has to be an end to this collision somewhere
But I am powerless and feel defeated in this quest.
Minutes later, I hear the trickles of water drops,
A multitude of thoughts swarming in the mundane
Seeking for an end is a difficult task but in vain
For many have lost their minds in keeping up this mane.
Quietly the tides recede, and the waters are still,
A calm reflection is created in this stillness
I see myself, battling in this maddening world
I see myself, in the arms of a mother, curled.
Writing seems to flow from your pen without waiting for consent, got a magical pen, needs to borrow for a while. Your write with so ease both prose and verse.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you find it thus. There are times when lines or thoughts come tumbling down, and there are times when I labour intensely to worm out even a word from the mind. Thanks for reading.
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