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48. Poem

I need no inspiration to write

Ain't seeking any motivation 

It's all within my soul

The crazy upside down world

 

Will you care to join me

In my madness and thrills

Normal ain't anymore

A pleasure giving thing

 

What's the point in writing

Mundane affairs of life

It's all one experiences

As a zooming buffer 

 

Jotting of unknown world's

Something that intrigues us

An eerie affair on a dark lit night

You won't read to get a fright

 

Witches and Polar bears

Fairies or princess 

Castles of love or hate

These aren't poetic stuffs 

 

Doodles and oodles

Wispy clouds that oozes

Eruptions of souls reflections 

Sudden tsunamis instigating

 

Not all works you read

Need to be understood deep

Some are superficially littered

With joy, love and lovely peace

 

Will you join the rat race

Making top of the success Mount

Or just stare into nothingness

Getting spiritual vows

 

Here's something I just thought

Mixing words from jumbled pots

Creating a rainbow of not vibgyor

But a decent pool of yaplow

 

(Yaplow= yellow auburn purple lavender orange white)

 

Somedays inspiration

flows from deep within

It could be a strange relection

Blabbering unseen things

 

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