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                                                                                                                         In the silence of the clumsy dusk, Rays of light fade and lurk. Lives found getting away, To the abodes with a soft sway.   Feeble sighs, dwindling faces, Wane like stars in the dusk-bound skies. Yells and giggles, feeble and thin, Dissolve into deep calm, where they all begin. Moments fell by, in dusk’s ever grace, Left no trace, to the mind’s darker space. Hardly found, they embraced the day, Against the long and brighter day.   Spurts of creepy dreams, woke up in haste, Bidding to fall off with the fir...

  But, from where then comes the far-flung thought; the illusive relic of a half done dream? Light peeps in like a web, and am caught- fascinated by the bright high beam. Beyond the horizons, the light dims, and can almost grab, but concealed. A Gush of wind swept away the dreams, Where the thoughts kept laboured. Becalmed the cat's paw touch of breeze, will give my sail a shake and tease. And drive me down to my knees, to pen 'it' down to its ease.  But, from where then comes the far-flung thought?  Linto...