Cascading hues
Dreaded words
Inebriated dawn
Demented herds..
All and sundry
In one cocoon
Taking turns
Kissing the moon…
Someone stood up
Shook the heaven
Striding away
Far from the den…
Inflated egos
Passive dominants
All following suit
Mute applicants…
Everytime she wanders
Into flower beds and spring
She sleepwalks towards
Incepted realities….
Everytime she oversteps
Lines and confines
She discerns deeper…
Deeper, wider boundaries
Everytime she feels
The clang of bells
Is the destination;
She is stuck at the start
The only time the tides
Wait…
Is when she takes wings…
Beyond dreams and confines
And the moon stays
With carnations and rings…
– Shalini
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