By Mihir Sinha
Getting a little downbeat and dull
Sans inspirations beneath the skull
Or fantasies we’d like to cull
From the shards of everyday,
Rub away the haze
That’s been clouding your gaze,
But then, junkies on the chase
Always prefer slipping away,
We, who cling to the streets,
Looking for our special treats
In love, hope and deceit,
Hide their heart, a dead giveaway,
Surviving means a whole life,
Dreaming, just a little slice,
Doesn’t always feel nice,
But it helps understand today,
Nevermind the shadows and black cats
Omens, and purgers in hats,
Even self-help books and facts
And all that fear of going astray,
Don’t be scared, or maybe
Let your fear and hope have a baby,
An adrenaline rush, you could call it Amy,
Or just give yourself up and pray.
By Mihir Sinha
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