graffiti framed color boxes
marking the notions on different thoughts
that is not time-bound
around the nets, cached
by the thoughts
of the moments
sparkling around
with the little steps
on the zone around
in the vibe that sparked
without any particular meaning
practicing the free-thinking
frying on the mind-pan
to bar-b-q cook
on solidifying the motions that I can’t show
delivering the words on primary motives
being a chef on my own mind-game
answering the background questions
minding their thoughts
no, that’s not gonna happen
scared out, busted
on the real typo
covered on to the cowboy theme
it is real; it’s not
like a creature, drinking and fricking out
just out of budget to concentrate
on the feeling rushing around
coaching my mind
doing cuts of words
leaving, groaning
marked
to the world of my own
in gibberish feeling that
Just vented out in words.
Sometimes, you gotta fire out what’s on your drunken mind.
[Initially published in Medium]
About the Creator
Suntonu Bhadra
Travel storyteller, photographer, history enthusiast, poetic scribbler ▪ Editor of Paper Poetry ▪ I have started writing on Vocal recently.
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