The fleeting moment gasps
Like an over galloped horse
The infinite benevolence
With an incessant pouring
Has left no margin for breath
To resonate within the emptiness
To recline in the nothingness
For the flow is always beyond brim
The canvas is heavy throughout
With the coagulation of myriad hues
That often it feels black within
Whereas the culmination of shades
Garnered in the pallet of eventful life
Should have had incandescent strokes
While the specks that sprinkle down
From the cascade of overflowing cup
Mirror stars to twinkle with a prank
Recline and enjoy their night in dark
With a deep breath in nothingness.
Enroute Mumbai
2348
20.00 hrs
4.5.26
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