Crosshairs

By Kaju Sarkar

Coldness seems to seep into my skin.

Shleves form a corridor,

scared that my books are going to come tumbling down.

endless streches of footpaths

Resemble the interior corridors of my mind..

Some secret agency hiding it's archives..

creaking of the air coinditioner

glare of the tubelights..

Future is nearer than you think

Clouds form shpaes taking reality only in fantasy

The domino effect settles in....

So many emotions caged

Under spines of metal

The yellow parchment withdraws it self

The music fading my soul..

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