They come to me, knocking, From time to time
You can judge them by their knocks that rhyme
Sometimes violent and the remaining melancholiously muffled
Oh.. at times, they stay a jiffy, like the bloom
Others they get married to you, like the brooding partner along with his gloom
Or the worst, they easily evade you, personified as your temptress love.
Some take the risk to enter, others just flee.
My mind churns and churns
Existing in the void
else trying to channelize the overflow
Skimming the cream, atop
I try sieve the essence in nothing
Or put to rest the essence as nothing
The visits go on and on, from time to time.
As I get acquainted to them
I enjoy molding them into a rhyme!
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