Muddled Middle!


Flitting! Running! through the numbered days, one guzzles down several possibilities.

And often while floating through one such day, you discover a fleet of feelings & thoughts clouding that unit.

So if one says it’s these feelings that are the culprits, I wouldn’t deny.

There are days when despite the surroundings one is simply happy and content answering to the call of awe.

Then there are days that do not seem to get over, closing in with its walls caving, making us claustrophobic to our own existence.

People are, I believe seekers to the solution that makes them immune to such extremism.

Only then, comes the getaway hidden and almost invisible to the blind.

A state of mean that demands or at times forces a regression.

Only then the question arises,

Was it an escape or a rescue?


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