I imagined a piece of flesh hanging from the ceiling In the blankness of the mind it fitted in right
How long has it been there?
It will take them days to realise Who will look for me, who will be the first one to find?
The train of thoughts was moving fast skipping all the junctions I pulled the chain and got off at some random location
Time to eat, the stomach said Will have to cook, said the mind The train consumed all the fuel, I can’t wake up, not even as much as to switch on the light
Let it be then both agreed It’s anyways not unbearable And what’s the point of throwing food First get accustomed to cooking for one person
Last night I broke into tears while laughing hysterically on a joke It’s no mood swings, not my periods Just the echo of my laugh that makes me choke
People ask me to ‘make’ friends Are they some craft? How do I make them? Or may be this is how it was always done? I just failed to learn the art, not even in decades
Now the blushing sky tells me the sun is almost here Then the knocking on my eyelids must be some sleep Take a nap before the train departs again And takes you on an endless journey of emotions like some forest deep.
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