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Whispers in the air hissing

Mystery and fear kissing

In solitude, with baited breath the wait’s on

Looking at future, contemplating moments gone

 

Gazing at the stars, looking into crystal ball

When will be the next lift, when the inevitable fall?

Funny, strange or smeared in irony

Bow to life’s tyranny

 

Karma or kismet, guess your best guess

At the end of the day, all will be still mess

Right or wrong, which is fairer on the weigh?

Forget all, till the dooms day……..

About Natasha Sachdeva

Trying to bring alive the poet in me, that I believe died some nine years ago...
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