When complexity gets on the way
When indigo seemed normal
But it's a deep purplish-blue
Not purple, not blue but a combination of 2.
When the sky is clear
With cottony smear
But it's like a swish
A blow of a mist.
When you just want to be genuine
And make fun in benign
But it seems you puff ambiguity
And someone's ego sponged in injury.
We speak good or ill
We do wrong or stand still
Complexity will nullify that peace
And put oddity to your cut-and-dry pace.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry 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...
