Who am I?

The rain is pattering down the earth,

Colourless and lacking so much

Water percolates deeper and unearths,

A profound aroma a joyous touch.

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Who was I before I walked those steps-

Making my way on this wet soft land,

Was I, like the winds so much aimless

Had finally found its aim by someone ‘s hand.

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 Why do I feel a throbbing high,

Though I have not moved a single step,

Glistening moist sky, fingers unfold high-

 Everything engulfed in a fist ‘s depth.

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Little breaths, big breaths, long sighs,

Surmise the precious present,

Yet I feel the past drum, for presence vies,

And the presence of the unseen within.

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Why do I feel that my stomach curling up,

Even though it has space plenty

When I am with another, I smile and picture-

We tread soft steps on this wet land in company.

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Eyes curl uncurl,

Lips wither- it is my winter,

Twist untwist rage unfurls,

The ache rises my head in blisters.

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 Pain ebbs the high unrest

I feel a throbbing high,

Even though I have not taken a single step,

All my life- it moves by.

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Why instead the blood is not drained away,

And I am soaked out of my life hence,

Why do I have to revisit the old times again,

The magic of the unseen ends..

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The throbbing pain making gains,

Unleashing and twisting in a blind game.

Why, does it end here or I begin again?

An aimless wind hissing away…

~Kunjal Gupta

Gut feelings…

Jim stood crestfallen. There were two paths. Which one was the right way? 
He yelled ‘Tell me the way home!’ 
‘I followed you into the woods!’
Jim glared at his indistinct companion, attached to him with  thread. The blue eyes crinkled fading away at his acrimony.  Jim had to find peace to summon it again.

A twist of gut feelings😃. Hello everyone this exactly 55 worded write up was inspired by the prompt at Sammi Scribbles where writers were given the word ‘ Acrimony’

~Kunjal Gupta