Nakuls poem:

The morning dew

A tangle of thoughts
Waves of despair prominent
A dim light of hope
Engulfed by the vacuum of darkness
The stench of mustiness inhaled
Debilitating the relenting spirit
Transient queries aroused with uncertainty
“To be or not to be?”

The hope of dawn breaks
With it, the uncertainty.
Light shimmered through the glaze
(A new beginning?)
The mind now at ease,
Enclosed by the air of comfort.
The stench replaced by the freshness,
That of the morning dew…

Pharaoh


Uhhum, mine:

The morning duo

A tangle of bodies
The perspiration prominent
Only a dim ray of light
In a vaccuum of darkness
They continue relentlessly
In and out, In and out
Uncertainity is no more
of 'to do or not to do'

Then the morning breaks
with it her (well u know what)
Light enters through the motel window
Finally an end?
The bodies stop moving
Though still tangled
A new day dawns
with it a new morning duo

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