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Fears

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Fears

I see them,

Like no one else does –

Shadows  that glide

In strange forms

And gnaw at a spot

Right in the middle.

Like bile they rise

And seep into my heart.

I lie still, staring at the

Fan blades that cycle along,

Waiting for closure,

Till their next journey.

Why does the night

Carry within its womb

All that the daylight

With its ceaseless sounds eclipses?

Fears are mean.

Or perhaps cowardly.

They wait for the mind

To fall into slumber

Before they invade.

Let me count some sheep.

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Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep me  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark evenings  talking to the stars or thinking

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