Restless fingers tinker with the keyboard,
I type in an alphabet and empty the canvas,
The idea rests at the tip of my imagination,
“There’s so much to see, so much to capture.”
The dark days come when the brightness is at an all-time high
And the brightness is always, always high.
Do you also see the Sun shining at night,
Attempting to rekindle the orthodox sky?
The instant I hear a dog in the distance
I drop everything and rush outside.
Is it crazy that it matters to me who the intruder is
Or that I fear the Devil has finally arrived?
People tend to adore the scent of new books,
I choose to worship their every breath
As I sense the feel of an entire world in my hands
And decide whether to give it life… or death?
‘The world is your oyster,’ they tell me
But doesn’t that mean I’m stuck in a constant whorl
Where no matter which turn I take
I’ll still end up an isolated pearl?
– Rubani Kaur
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