Facing it unknowingly
The turmoil calendar
Stuffed with anecdotes
Revisiting its afterlife
Walking slowly backwards
Swift and smooth rotation
Wall of mirrored mosaic
Pestering all corners of heart
Some embossed with Eden
Rest were a work of abyss
Wondering the craft of the artist
And skeptical about the ancients
Every torn word of chronology
A precarious camouflage of heart
Or a box filled with magic dust
Performing pseudo & ludicrous tactics
Wrinkled and sweaty forehead
A ray straight into the eye
Instant knock of the moonlight
Whirling dervishes sprinkling love
Awaited for enigmatic nights
Now turns into cold war of scars
From my finest creations in life
Called joys and sorrows
Castor sugar or a pinch of salt
One of it is a sweet option
The other being a salty necessity
Two sides of white life
Always stared at the sky
As bit by a mass of trivia
With every gleam from the cornea
Wishing the answers to be type-written
Night being a blackboard
I scribble questions over it
By day I hide the book in the closet
Letting every word rest in peace
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