By Deeksha Agrawal
An ocean full of wisdom as tiny
as a dot of light consumed all vocabulary on a sleepless night
Neither intoxication nor an addiction perhaps euphoria of a sleep-deprivation
A whole capsule of drugged visions, and epiphanies Epiphanies
what a term! enchanting literature more than metaphors
Callings rhyme
and dance with fingers getting rid of stiffness in the threads
that thoughts witness
From gold to sand
the color didn't change but texture did
and so did the perception about what is treasure
From new moon
to tresses of the Goddess Black stays black
until gray occasionally peeks
through the window of shallow beliefs into a world
painted with the smoke and ashes of kind men
By Deeksha Agrawal
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