Suspended between the intangible state of dream 

and reality a state so profound yet so surreal


the tangible moments slip through my open palms

as the gossamer truth of realities weaves a noose 


around me tightening like a storm around my waist

with each repetition cutting close to the wounds


pushing deeper and deeper till the flesh gives in.

This juxtaposition state of carnal and survival desires


are the secret language of the soul when it 

whispers closely to you, a hushed whisper with 


a heaving bosom and a bated breath

syncopating surreptitiously with our heartbeats

–Megha Sood

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