On days of low frequency

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Here I am
Looking at walls
Blue, they are
Curtains white
With floral prints
Burgundy and blue
These details I realise
Only upon enquiring about them
Moments later
I forget everything
Walls seem black
Curtains indistinguishable
From walls and
Reality.
Glass windows on two sides
Still my room is dark
Something like heavy thud
Takes me back to light
To the chirping of birds
And to the noise of world
Else it is darker outside
Noise, inaudible
And chirping, a mess
How well the inner unrest
Has demolished my outer
Vision and how
It has stained my reality!
I wonder and it continues

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  1. I can relate to this. Thank you.

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    1. Ursa says:

      Oh! A pat on shoulders of people who can relate. Thank you for stopping by. 🌼

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  2. Nicely penned dear👏🏻👏🏻

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    1. Ursa says:

      Thank you ❤️

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