Its in these 10 days
In these dismal hours
of sacrifice
I discovered the existence of the non-existence
of the loneliness of solitude
Of the patterns of sleeplessness;
my path does falter,
on the course beyond the horizon
But eyes remain stone
looking back; the same,
as though the back of my hand
Hours of fervacous gratitude
turned to silence;
& its amazing amplitude
Words dont matter anymore
since the source is dead…
Inspiration belongs to one
& to the one’s aptitude…
So here’s to the 10 days…
which dont seem to matter;
in the eyes of the beholder…
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