short stories
And it hit me
With a single stroke of lightnings,
It came into my senses and
Captivated my existence.
A vivid color of my mind’s
Thoughts for music
Hales for fire
Glimpse through my wildest apparition
A mental indication came to life
With bolts of handwritten dreams
Might arouse my heart to pour out
Sewing words giving birth to another
Blinding imagination.
And it begins.
Dispensing a single line
That might divide the spectrum of my sanity and soul
Reaching for ambiguity I might disturb
A tight grasp, quiet snatch will do
A breath-taking overview of my ever after…
Deepened by a soft touch of my iron pen,
My wet dreams, aggravating a needle like structure
Of love, life, adventures and hatred.
A simple symphony of my understanding that incite a thousand rocks
Formed and I wished to diffuse
And it concluded.
Reaching for a blissful ending,
A spark of light might do
The realization of a period to every word
That recedes every sentence
Clutch again to my sanity
Once again a vision of reality.
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