A Puzzle | RedPaper.in

RedPaper.in – Poetry
By: Deepanshu Chhabda | Guest Writer


Twisting knob, I entered my realm.

Today, I’ll hang a new frame whose nail waits.


Counting breaths alone, soul deafens you.

You stay calm until my frames started screaming.

You might laugh over those big wooden hangings.


A thousand times,I’ve lived each one of them.

Some more thousands, I’ll.

Each one of them became the reason for the next.

I stood in front and they always gave their answers.


People say, live in the present.

But they don’t know the power of past.

You might take it as clumsy.


So I hang a new frame.

And you’ll be the reason for the next.


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