POETRY

Non·sen·si·cal

Terms, a Ridiculously Impractical Poem

The sparkling river flows away, Beside the stretched highway. Just like the brain in my head Except The brain doesn’t flow away.

Moments, love, ignition, pain, laughter, stillness, Living, thriving, driving inside, Floating alongside. Sometimes touched by each other, Sometimes alone but strong.

But, wait! The river merges into the sea, Or perhaps Ocean. What is connected with my brain Does my brain flow the thoughts into something? Like merging into the sea.

What’s the thing? Where is that? In my body, Or unseen being.

Thinking about this unrealistic nonsense- Wow, my lunchtime has passed.

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Suntonu Bhadra is a 2020 joined writer in Medium, who loves to learn from surroundings and world wide web. He is a Business Consultant in the profession, a mentor of Sales productivity & a traveler by heart. In his newfound love- ‘Medium’, he is expressing his thoughts and is looking forward to engaging.