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Who stole my oyster?

Love, breaks up and breakthroughs,

sorrow, struggle and desires,

dreams, lust and yearning for the stars,

life is an anthropological tale,

who stole my oyster?

an unblemished path,

is living in la-la land,

savor the hard times,

every step taken is measured,

by an alien yardstick,

hello society,

got nothing better to do!

sketch your story and not mine,

dozens things to do in a day,

take it slow,

breathe free,

why run and tear the hair!

ever wondered on love,

or why the world is round!

No fire spin tracking every move,

just be,

go easy,

be it relationship snags,

or anxiety!

Happy Sunday

With Love




Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

10 thoughts on “Who stole my oyster?

    1. Thanks and was just doing it in such a lackadaisical yet enthusiastically. Asha! You’ve understood this poem perfectly! I try to handle things and not every time get me right 🙂

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