Full Stop

Every walk ends, every speech seizes,

every path bends, everyone misses

those that were.

Continuity poses the conundrum,

for the reason of it being the problem

and also the nature.

Countless must have felt that rapture

without realizing being torn apart.

End, or Start?

Adversaries with either brain or heart

must have neglected other possibilities.

Bleak, bleak, bleak reality.

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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