I must ink

Every time I, feel a heart
Stomach goes up
Do not know why, some
Uneasiness fills the space
When the beats try to rise
Emptiness weighs to pain
If at all I, try to figure
Surround sounds, sounds to death
Even if ink finds my hand
Flesh at my top starts to think
To stop me ink – though
Thee thoughts unstops to flow
Brain wins heart to stop my ink.

Opened eyes shuts the way
Closed eyes shows the way
Oh my god, what can I do
To stop my brain
And not my heart
If friends they are
Would delight my dreams
But aren’t they
I’m cursed to kill,
Those thoughts I must ink.

-          rajesh

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