My realm is a square room
I evolve before I become realm less…
Evolve along my loneliness
as it eats up and melts;
I see the mirror and resurrect
in ruminated reflections…
Screaming in memory’s myopic pains
my brain bleeds…
My eerie eyes pop out
as my muse the vast sky measures;
clouds need a kneading
to roughen the soaring of my feathers.
My spirit this renunciation treasures…
Why should I reach the outer space
when I have your centrifugal grace
in the realm of my square room…

Ravi.S.Ranganathan… 15.09.15

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