ever tasted thoughts
to know them---copiously,
to dress them into words,
garnish and present for others
---profusely…
it’s paraphrasing…
taste mitigates
the waves, depths, flow,
stillness and the void spaces;
tongue rolls in emptiness
to catch the nuances…
it’s like painting…
but it comes out abstract
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‘dumbfound’… is that what you feel exactly,
when somebody talks overwhelmingly;
especially when half lies protrude shamelessly;
well, to rodomontade stylishly
is an art to be praised profoundly
and you must giggle merrily…
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in between your dumb-ness and dumbfounded-ness
comes many monsoons and summers…
and you slowly wash prejudices and judgements
to carry springs within…
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