I see strangers with crooked smiles
Coldness in their eyes
Reminds me of below zero fermented mash.
The lipstick some women wear
Sanguine and fiery
Reminds me of blood in my veins.
I watch the rush hour in the city
The cobblestones were tapped a thousand times
Reminds me of a blue-printed stampede.
This is survival of the fittest
When you're wimp and feeble
Remind yourself to stay out of the green light.
When you define the world
As rat race and war
Then you are doomed by your own mind.
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Tea Poetry
PuisiPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
