The gray clouds of foggy mind

swished around its corners,

where I tied up all the messes

to an unbending pendulum

that which tends to lose

all its rigour now, today.

From the murky mind,

the messes bounced in

through an unseen byway

to get crushed among

the frenzied breathe I take.

And now, my breathe,

like the slowest turn of Venus,

spinned around an axis

of futile tranquility.

I can see the darkest clouds,

suffocating from the throat of sky,

sharing my selfsame state.

Neither of us could breathe,

that breathe has been prisoned

by the hurdles of life.

Somewhere from an edge

my still sanguine heart kept

on saying…. Breathe..

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