the unknown

the way we are, convoluted than ever,

each day unfolding unsolicited mystery of the torture

oh, another day you fight, 

like a warrior in sight

and a loser another time,

the mystique mornings serving the possibilities,

the highs and lows of your reckoning

each opening a trigger in your nerve

as some sugar in your wine,

who likes it you ask?

but you learn to idolise, 

untangling the cluster of grapes one at a time,

you learn to embrace the sweetness in your wine

Published by mrinalsemia

Hi, I'm Mrinal. Constantly trying to make sense of my life through stories.

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