It happens, sometimes, that we wake up in the morning and inexplicably get perturbed by an anxious, worrisome thought. One feels reluctant to get out of the comforting bed, the much needed sensation of the time. It maybe an aftermath of a dreaded dream or because of the frequent and ineluctable trials of life.
Been there experienced that, many-a-times. But this one day, I tried expressing this moment in words. And this is it...
Been there experienced that, many-a-times. But this one day, I tried expressing this moment in words. And this is it...
Look, as I lie on my bed, desiccated, feckless;
as the conflagrant Sun, almost at the apex, disseminates its powers to this world;
ricocheting, some piercing through my optics, the only part of me that's wide awake, sensate.
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