This post is in response to the daily prompt Noise
The chaos engulf us in the daily grind
taking us down
It’s funny we survived this roller coaster ride
without getting of
without falling off
Should it not be a gentle and serene tide
that everybody hoped and wished for
But we settle down for this
In this rampant chaos, we call reality
We barely could hear each other
in this incessant, percussive sounds
We make us deaf and pushes us around
We barely could listen to our heartbeats
Our heads are spinning around
We are strumming to the drumbeat
Walking in unison
trying to match beats with the rhythm around
Within this rampant chaos
We tried to tune ourselves
to the magical Pied Piper
We are blindly going down
as we are going down
We are marching to the tune
We all are going down
tone-deaf to the symphony around us
We all are going down
Blind as a…
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Thanks for the reblog.
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Wow this shows the callous outlook of humans in such a dark yet interesting way. Bravo 👏👏
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Thanks Shantanu. I actually wrote this sitting in a noisy restaurent. I hate noisy places.
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Haha I can see that coming out clear in your poem
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haha. Yes I coudn’t get away from there so wrote a poem.
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😊
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yes if you don’t let me talk , I will write a poem..haha
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That is good way to put your energy to work. 👏👏
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You will always spin any bad thing to good thing.haha
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I guess that is the job of us writers 😏
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Specially the nice ones.
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Aha I like that 😊
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Yes it was an intentional comment to make you smile. You can’t keep anything secret.can you? haha
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Haha – thank you
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My pleasure. I’m returning the favor.
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😊
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