DEVOID OF ALL ODDS

By- Chandini Kola

Are we in the conspiracies of the universe,

Are we lying to each other;

Jolting the emotions into the crowd of worse,

Did we dazzle in the chaos forever;

Counted we all, the days to apocalypse,

What did we do that all for;

Giggled to the feelings avoiding the concourse,

Thinking that we played it clever;

Audacious we turn in the discourse,

When matters pulled up to the tower;

Deities we believe when fallen into coerce,

Human is just a mayflower;

Blame is to everyone for averse,

Devoid of all odds, why not stay together?….

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Writing is not a skill acquired through practice. Not for us, at least. Writing is a phenomenon that occurred to us when we wanted to shout our thoughts out. It occurred when our brains formed a labyrinth of thoughts with no way out. Only way was to break the walls, the walls we constructed in our minds. The walls which stopped us from letting ourselves out. We broke the walls using the most mightiest weapon, the pen. Writing was our way out of that maze. Words and sentences flowed like a stream of some river, which consisted of A2Z instead of H2O. Soon the river filled the brain and the labyrinth was not visible anymore. 

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