The drip of high running through me,
In my senate it gives diversity.
To thoughts and feelings,
To the realization s in soul numbing.
The music so loud,
Making my insides turn out,
Crumbling paradoxes,
Wavering themes,
Themes of my existence,
In different parallels.
The complexity becomes
So cognisant,
Simplicity in reality.
I know what is going inside,
The troubled falsities and real issues apart,
I know myself more than ever.
Thats what the high on rage gives me,
Understanding of my own complex.
Knowing my own self.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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