Sriram Viswanathan

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Body repels the mind
In this fiction
Which holds our disguise

False pretense is the norm
Feels like i'm against a storm

My call for sanity is a broken dream
The wider reality eludes the belief

Connected spots pale themselves
Shy for a lack of reason
They fear the long shadow
That has grown from within itself

Solitary in their own remains
Hope seems an illusion
It drags in vain

An answer is what will give me rest
Connected dots to regain my inner self