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Drowsy with a pool of thoughts,
Invoking the power of sleep was unlikely,
Sound of conch poking the nerves,
Twisting to see at the emptiness,
Reverberating in my ears,
An avalanche of your snoring,
Can't get over the rhythms,
That drums to play karaoke,
Inherent part of our existence,
Our oaths, gone with the wind,
Numbness is to sleep in silence.
About the Creator
Parvathi J
Through my pages, I find the quiet complexities of pain dwelling in a solitary space, burdening life’s endless demands, and unburdening the voiceless noise.
Witnessing the questioning, I speak the deeper silence of my voice.
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