Me ,Myself n I

octave of emotions ,

crumbled me n my creations..

it was a mystical touch,

was a brash single impression,

shortcut to tranquility seems wiser,

but was out of the blue,

 to disappear in the oblivion……

uneasy to hold….

Intense instincts of

Me myself n I knocked the nerves,

the vision of the soul is cleared ,

it wanna draw towards the blue,

wanna draw towards the ocean …

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