'Who am I' she asks : A creative explosion of paradoxical remarks the student replied.





Those nights seem infinite, when you’re feeling
restless. Missing out on all the universal signs, you’d think
it’d be more clear cut. The night is impassive to your search, it says
a change is to come by confused winds.
Dispelled by the morning light; have you found it yet?
What you were looking for.

What is ____?


“Have you ever heard a beautiful woman sing?

It is possibly the retreat, to our own

Minds.” He had once told me; for want of anything else,

Beleaguered of our own

Bias, few stumble out of the few utterances in life

To find truly diaphanous, steps with design

The uniform self, conscious to deliver

One such compliment to liberties in life.


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