Schizophrenia

Sand tip-trickling, time undelivered

Train trekking on smoke, moths sipping off hair

Fog flying in face, jeopardy earning a name

Lethargy blowing in parallal, scents’ surrendering sense

All in all, I’ve borne the wreck that comes

From placing myself in two places at once

One, where my life seems as is

Idle thief of time, barging to bargain for a life

Other, where I’m trying to pace about

Getting myself to open up to the birth

 

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017

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