![]() Somewhere with the nuisanceA Poem by Rachika Evelyn FauzIt's a feeling so big, Lightening bolts turn into strings. String of white in midst of black. It decapitates you. Fills your lungs with smoke. A sensation so griping, not even Jesus could surpass. A hand of gold, a glass of wine. Some beats in the background, Playing bout some lost love; But do I care? But I still try and listen, divert? I think not. I sit and type, click clack. Click clack, sounds so strange. The music turns to noise, Reaching somewhere with this nuisance?
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Added on October 18, 2016 Last Updated on October 18, 2016 Author![]() Rachika Evelyn FauzDelhi, IndiaAboutPoem enthusiast. Artist. love the silence. in love with the moon. more..Writing
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