Provoked rhythm
Accumulating the thoughts,
provoked is my rhythm,
how nostalgic are the memories,
bound to be the anthem.
Significance of memory loads,
looks for caresses in them,
the entanglement of thoughts,
stock up as an emblem.
What shred of commitments,
revolves in an algorithm?
Even the Pythagoras,
is unable to bend them.
Shackles of thorns,
pierces the ohm,
waves of infrastructures,
sparks the rhythm.
Through the terms
and conditions of my anthem,
Thoughts provoke the timeless,
enchanted in them.
Accumulating the thoughts,
provoked is my rhythm,
how nostalgic are the memories,
bound to be the anthem.
Significance of memory loads,
looks for caresses in them,
the entanglement of thoughts,
stock up as an emblem.
The End!
Sometimes it is given that we face circumstances we tend to avoid and we are having to face them up in front, you are not prepared anymore. Cause you were never prepared. Like the electric circuit sparks, without letting you know, the electrons in your system sparks; fusing all your rational senses. What actually happens within you is still a blur. Such is the condition, attempted to portray in the poem above. A rhythm that is provoked.
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