tongue, tastes and afterthoughts/smiles

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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