Vacuously, he kept counting the beads on the string.
Starting back when he was done with the last one.
Skimming over the string, bead by bead
Hours or days? Time then went dead
He implored his dead heart for a tick tock may be
And all he could hear was an immobile claustrophobic organ.
She rolled the beads around her neck one by one.
Starting back when done with all of them.
Devoid of any conniption, like a newborn
Hours or days? Time then went racer mode.
She took to this new life with radiant alacrity, listening to her heart
And all she could hear was the flitting heart, making space for another kill.
Starting back when he was done with the last one.
Skimming over the string, bead by bead
Hours or days? Time then went dead
He implored his dead heart for a tick tock may be
And all he could hear was an immobile claustrophobic organ.
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She rolled the beads around her neck one by one.
Starting back when done with all of them.
Devoid of any conniption, like a newborn
Hours or days? Time then went racer mode.
She took to this new life with radiant alacrity, listening to her heart
And all she could hear was the flitting heart, making space for another kill.
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| Image From Magpie Tales for Mag280 |
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Rohit Iyer
Had to be some coincidence that my only non-watch-wrist-accessory had to snap when writing this piece!
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5 comments:
both parts are good, loved it
Ashamed
Suprb boy!
This! Two sides of a coin.. Or is it? Thats the question..
@Cifar- Thank you! I am glad you liked it :)
@Prashant- Thanks mate! :D
@Raghu- Or.... Is it even a coin? :-/
Chamattu, I knew you would publish commants. Also, what does it mean by world peace? tell tell
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