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Persimmon Silence

A hard bite in this damp season. The marks of impression, staying and improving and nurturing in this denouement of voices trailing.

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Changes

I am always in awe of how things change over the fractured time. The silence change, the feelings change, the life changes. So do people around us. It a continuous process of evolving, that brings about this catastrophe of changes in humans with some getting hurt with existance of others.

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Finite

Finite,
The cadaverous claustrophobia of infinity
The imbecile allusion of termination.

Finite,
The sands of infinite affections
In an impatient hourglass.

Finite,
The pause between numbers,
In an uncountable havoc.

Finite,
The curvature of your lips,
Slithering through the narrow gape.

Finite,
The throw of eternal firmament
In a yellow hued canvas.

Finite,
The relentless synonymous decay
Of this enticing Scarlett.

Finite,
The circles we ride upon,
Until the battery dies.

~Amartya.


#Napowrimo day 11, poem 5.

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