A bulb burning bright
A frame with a cross,silent as a kite
The untuned radio holds nostalgia.
A creepy little clock
Alarming a certain sunrise mock
Everyday,the day draws its deluded mania
All thoughts turn thorns
Feelings perspired and gone
This roar of age exults euphoria
The way is divided
All paths misguided,reasons flourish
At the voice of demented hysteria.
A craving to remember
Hours of warmness,gifted by summer
Insomnia seated on a seat of phobia
Half way home,with a mirror and comb,
In seemless attire,does not stop to roam,
Unrecognizable is the shame of schizophrenia.
DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 0762016.
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