EYES CLOSED...

I can only see when my eyes are closed,
This turbulent world and its wretched soul,
This orgasmic feeling and its crafted wounds,
This impish belief and the cancer it blooms,
I had had my eyes open ,
By the scintillations of her beauty,
Produced on the celluloid of my brain,
Time passed , moments died and then resurrected in form of memories,
I had my eyes open,
Suddenly, the lightning of change struck ,
Forcing to close my eyes in this unforseen luck,
Then i realise where i lay,
6 foot long and 4 feet wide,they say,
I can see the darkness of truth blanketing my way,
Feeling the unexplained, i realised i am lying in my own grave...

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