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The Gamble
Staring deeply at the dark thundering sky
Reeling under a serene spell of delights
An interrupting torrent of new thoughts
Anticipate something questionable, why?
Wrapped though, in a delight-filled visions
Somehow the beginning is lost somewhere
Entwined and hurried, would they disappear,
Leaving me astray midst a wilting illusion?
A controversy, a recall or call it a crumble
The thought filled capsule of curious look
Fades away into the vast thoughts' brook
Disappearing into the short scripted gamble.
Thoughts and visions, thoughts and illusions
A mind rattling and a heart dejecting battle
Day in and day out, feel the pinch of throttle
Tamed, I pray for a compromising conclusion.
In between thoughts and delightful storms
In between the disputed indecisiveness
The torrential feelings become restless
And coerce me into the vortex of gloom.
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