The hush! hush! cataclysm of today
Kallol Mazumdar
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Never the world has seen it, for it can feel it, in areas where you tread safely the kingdom of solace.
Ideas lay in the contours, words are in the mouth but still hard to utter, and hearts flutter and ink the mind.
In rising, becoming a version of the Solitary Reaper of sorts, I see the kingdoms of doom, forever blooming in the booming economy.
The ergonomic fissures are broken and bifurcated, all words lay cut loose, and the splendour speaks reckless words.
The nerds in tepid waters see the kingdoms burn, in forever churn, the stomach produces fire and water alike.
What you see is a cumulation of muscles and skin born and bred out of a lustrous sin.
The stomachache races the heart, all ideas are blurted out, and indigestion of the fumes of others leads you to your doubts.
Having bouts of confusion, in storms and oceans, the thunderstorm lets its feet free, not to sell our soul to the deeper tradition.
But to guide us, where to go? It is the road to perdition? This is a suction of duplicitous truths.
All that is good can be evil, but the deeper the evil goes; the harder sways away from good..