MY FOGGY LOGIC'S
A circular arc
Underneath the hollow stairs
Hot prickling tears
sweep down my shadow
fire crackles to lifeshutters down the winter
but not my cold inside
My knees quenchedMy 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 mythWith 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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