Words wriggle through swallowed thoughts — where life runs on the highway walks by quaint roads Loiters around bushy by-lanes, Bylines of fate are the diminished Statutory Warnings on end-page Surrogate Adverts
Like switched off fairy lights mediocrity hangs today
It takes a sudden turn when — They, in their Dior Tuxedos and Puma runners, sprint to Choose Gucci over wild scent, Light their cigarettes from the Raging forest fire, And turn towards the mist —
Stories of life write itself on hand-made papers with vanishing Ink What do they miss…..
“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.” —Anne Lamott
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