Of a thought..

Of a thought that braces my mind,
slipping and falling over the unstained walls,
like shadows, like a penumbra of a graceful figure,
stealthily teasing, taunting me with its misread understanding,
that I try to trap in my words and it escapes
and ridicules my artless frames,
and the harder I try, the better I know myself,
illusions shatter and what’s left is
burnt garlic.

Chaitanya D

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