MY FOGGY LOGIC'S
A circular arc
Underneath the hollow stairs
leads along to my dingy arena
Hot prickling tears
sweep down my shadow
fire crackles to life
shutters down the winter
but not my cold inside
My knees quenched
My hands bounded
I sit with my stress
on my lap..
The glittering party has begun
The soul within the frail body
is chatting aloud; better than a techno myth
With the creator high above
The satellite signals
Through the complex logic's
are working all, with a time bound
Still mine is a foggy one
The receiver is busy ignorant and lost
I have lost a nut
might be a wire
I struggle hard with my log of fire
As the wind is blowing
The party is over
I have struggled through
one more HORRIFIC night...

-khushi

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