Sandy thoughtsThe tighter I clutch them
Faster they flow
I clinch my fist and
Slips it in a row…!
Intuitive and Fancy tales were they
They were my feminine thoughts
Nausea tic and nostalgic they become
When I think about bygones
My ancestors, my loved one’s!
Intense and bulging they become
When I think about the events yet to come
My mellow thoughts pop in
When I think about that it would never come!
Sandy thoughts are so surreal, so fragmented
Sometimes it alienates, sometimes it blends
I am sure, some day it would end
with our sandy ends…
Love
Kiran Sakker Sudha
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