I could hardly recall the last time I touched this pen to this pad.
I am having this unusual fascination towards poetry, which I never had.
Don't expect anything unique, I am still searching for that right technique.
Years of murkiness are now evanescing.
As sleepless nights fades away.
The days begin to proceed.
Gazing upon my destiny, wonder what's in it for me.
I'm left standing in a deep gaze.
Contemplating my future through the foggy haze.
Wandering the streets as my soul erodes away.
Left in a confused state of disarray.
As the origin of my thought are again beginning to fade to gray.
-Varun Badhani
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