The web of intertwined
exhalation
Fumes of a heart
with an empty sigh
Remains of an
abandoned soul
Reflection of
a hollow mind
Blocks the flow
of free breath
The self inflicted
asphyxiation
The pillowed
face gasps for freshness
When the support
to spend the dark
Is pulled atop
in desperation
Then the pent
up volcano bursts
Which otherwise
could fuel an ore
The flavour of
latent skill changes
With perspective
of the beam of mind
The clarity of
the forthcoming miles
Makes the journey
more worthwhile
Else the strife
is the labour at treadmill
The vision behind
is dimmer and smaller
To avoid the
clash with a speeding past
The empty sigh
that ends with a smile
Is often a mask
of many an unwept tear.
Delhi
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