By Deeksha Agrawal
Chatter inside a cage, the meshed iron
eerie silence of the unseen, a bouquet of
monotonous routines
even the rainbow is reduced to a monochrome
when plugged into the matrix
Chaos decorated fine with shots and wine collapses
before reaching the bed shrinking into a ball of regret and whine
A self-assured artful way of living
clumsy strands of cotton keep erupting
among liquid thoughts Your mind swims
to draw attention into a reality
that is sadly not mainstream
Talk about nature and walks in parks
inside the concrete walls minced with false narratives of an empathic cause
The flock of birds that retire to home with the Sun of dawn
flap in unison
to give a sarcastic applause
No call to wake up can open those eyes they've been snoozing for eons, no surprise The intuition
ducks every hammer but grows mute
as the noises of external waltz into your life
like notes of a flute
By Deeksha Agrawal
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