From the other side of the Window.

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Waking up to another day
Peeping into another world
The same sense of sight, in a different light…

Looking at the buildings unbound
Trivialities, pluralities, facades gone
Measured instead by yard sticks of thoughts…

Walking through a mirage
Seeking spaces, inhabiting images
Perfect, seamless, useless …

Dead is the world around
Bound by a realm of rhyme and reason
Of aesthetics that fly with the season…

Strolling the streets of private perversions
Shopping for knowledge in dark boxes of collision
Switching loci from the insane, the absurd, the accidental… 

Squinting at tainted skies of distant dreams
Hopes, desires, penned by jargons trite
Struggling with windows of perception, of respite…

No intent, no purpose
Overwhelmed, groping the void
Waking up to reality…

…While consciousness sleeps

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