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I'm confused..should the girl move up and see new things or stay there to ealize new things??!!
Failing choices, fuller pace, longer waits
In fears and factors runs a different calculus
Tearing up time into surviving moments
Moments those breathe despite the push to stay
Naked as needs; more demanding than conforming
Stay still to the holy hold – Papa told
Tight. A coming storm will make you fall
What falling when I am not moving at all?
yet assured of storm by confusion of winds
Safe idea of limb-supports in the iron rails my papa told.
Transitions of freedom and some filling noises
Of a clumsy insect sitting on skin
Flapping time, role same as of a blink,
Or as of heart beats; or as of generations.
Casting sequences of old stories into new aspirations.
Funny freedom between the switch of hands
And infatuation of switching again and again
Switch between shouting silences and dead rage
People alighting from the same stairway – Carelessly.
Some push me, I resist all. Flustered, but not moving much.
Source of the crowds all unknown; destination too
Curiosity made me loosen the hold just a bit
Slid smoothly up the strange dimension
Eye still catching up with the personal trail
Atop, lanes meeting or leaving, following from the way I faced
Back I descended to the middle of the stairs
With possibilities girdling my nescient being
Noticing my own voice coming back from the wall
Realizing how your own voice never hurts your own ear
Or that how your own face never looks wrong in the right mirror
and its still incomplete..
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