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A new year, supposing a new post,
Hackneyed - yet but necessary - definitely

A pen, a rose, a post, all have the same effect - de-burdening the mind and the body,
Whipping up a fresh cream of motion, a surgery elevating inner onion layers of emotions.

Bursting for acceptability and yet reserved - with their vulnerability.
The mind trusting inner instincts, and yet lying like a python in wait, sharp and reclusive.

Revelations, are un touched and rare, raw black diamonds un-mined.
Sharp shards await, fluffy white innocence, such is the heart and mind.

Pick up a coffee and move, New York like practicality sometimes,
Andaman like deep sea reveries sometimes,

Some wheels to be changed, some to be accepted rusted,
Yet a part of me, I can not leave behind.

Untimed, un-met, un-believed.
Not funny, not friendly, not kind, life normalised.

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