POEM
Whenever we think
about moon and stars,
brightness spreads in
the unseen recesses
of our minds.
Whenever we think about nights
naturally a black ribbon
blindfolds us forcing us to grope
in the darkness.
Whenever we mull day time
the sun rises in the
eastern horizon of our mind.
Whenever the thought of
colours emerges before us
a garden full of
variety of beautiful blooms and their
fragrances caress and
embrace us thereby intoxicating
each and everyone.
Whenever we think about water
flowing streams, rivers, calm or violent seas
or oceans , ponds or lakes
or oceans , ponds or lakes
appear before our
eyes.
The puzzle of infinity tightly holds our breaths.
And whenever the
philosophical question of identity crisis
stares at us in this city of mammoth crowds
ear-splitting noises
march before our eyes and pushes into
a world of existential dilemma and agony…… 
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