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Musing over one evening
I asked myself "why don't my poems rhyme?" and in retrospect I realised......
emotions run amok
and feelings haywire confetti of thoughts and potpourri of words
seeking a pen?
rushing for computer rummaging for a blank paper chaos rule
blessed are those
who think and write for me no beautiful words no extravaganza of expressions
blatant raw feelings
inspired by happenings find a way somehow to reach the world
touch the soul maybe
or shake the dormant thoughts rhyming or not but feelings run deep
open
honest direct that's what I want to be "voyeur of the visions" 
Shashwat
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