at my lunch hrI come out of my cosy room
to another reality
walking past the security ring
day before yesterday
I stumbled upon broken whisky glasses
too sharp to bring me out of lost thoughts
I ignored and went straight to DRDO lunch canteen
back steps I put some twigs around the broken sharp lets
lest someone like me lost in allusions of self
get come out
with less broken thoughts
I encounter every moment of mine
the pieces of your wishes
my heart now says
how the hell !!
you will put the twigs around your broken sharp lets
I do not see my mirror
as it reminds of you too intense
and these sharp lets
they become spread all around
where ever I try to apply my nerves
I do wonder
is that
my nerves are that magnetic to
or the sharp lets are spread all around
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