Burned in the night by the fire dragons,
Living in a dream of dreadful scorpions,
Thrown into a land of giant roaches in billions,
Driving the bike along the highway,
Run over by the truck going astray,
Gazing out of the window of a running train,
Smashed by the pole into severe pain,
Wandering the wooded jungles of Jurassic Park,
Finding myself within inches of the T-rex in dark,
Sinking with the ship into the waters of the Lost Ark,
Surprised by the grisly sight of a sharp teethed shark,
Fearing the loss of memory due to amnesia,
Staying outdoors in panic and claustrophobia,
Driven to nuts by spiders and arachnophobia,
Living in a shell due to anthropophobia,
Fearing the ghastly sounds of the night,
Seeking a calm place of humble respite,
Overwhelmed by the restless crowd of the day,
In search of a supporting friend along the way,
God, please help resolve this chaotic confusion,
Please free my mind of this horrifying delusion,
Convincing me it’s no reality but an optical illusion,
Shunning away a life of such dreadful seclusion
Shekhar Srinivasan
Unleashing The Power of Thought
Daily Quote: Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
~Edna Ferber
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