The Typewriter

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Tired days,
A little hazy –
A blur of tedious work
A rush of vertigo in the fervor of
Completing my work.

Weary days,
All work and no play –
I feel dull,
And I feel angsty,
But I have no option.

Blurry days,
Beginning in monotony
And ending like that too.
But then –
A sort of magic takes over.

Magical nights,
My hands working;
Thoughts transforming –
Words flowing –
Bliss.

Rustic nights,
A sepia tone
Casting its charm
Over the sleeping and the awake –
Stunning.

Beautiful nights,
Nights like mine:
Eloquent and shining,
In sepia and in color, too –
Delicious delight.

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2 thoughts on “The Typewriter

  1. You are a complete package , you are a photographer , a poet , adventure junkie , in short ‘multitasking artist ‘ šŸ™‚

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