Crocodiles dive deep into the unknown corridors of volcanoes breathing in silence.
Seething through the lava, volcanoes never ooze their memories of the past.
Our shadows of the past flicker through the silent mode of volcanic eruption.
Hiccups are hijacked by all of us.
We drive ourselves away from the past and future.
We are not the echoes of the past but citadels of the present in an enigmatic way.
Crayons cry aloud while drawing the faceless mosaic of our monopolies.
Crocodiles of the day drink water without passing the tides of the past.
Snoring through the day, I smile at myself and my imagination.
Creating a new horizon for the crocodiles is what the world of aquatic creatures long for.
Urged you to swipe away the dormant customs in our social fabrics,I smell the blushing spills of love hatched in creative anonymity.
(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, November 04,2024)
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