Lingering behind the crevices of my mind,
away from the reality of time
beyond these pillars carved in lime
yelling silently through deafening chimes;
Ringing bells to sealed doors,
inside infinitely narrated lore,
neath the hunger and chaos that pour
through the endless blood-stained shores,
here I sleep; In calm mystique.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
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