In my stream of consciouness,
the stumbles deliver poems.
The trees of reality cast their shades often
over the terrains of my life,
the stream takes its own path.
It seems to flood at times and
my drugs keep them at bay.
Waiting for me ahead, who knows -
is an ocean of stillness or
a waterfall of insanity.

Putholi Arumugham T

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