Happier days
Like a puppet
planets play me
I notice my own folly
I still take the bait
Up and down the waves
The writing though should stay
As habit then my instinct
And then muscle memory
It helps in both kind of days
The bad wolf consumed a lot
The critic screamed at all
The judge nodded “not again“
I jotted
I noted
Just awareness
Inconclusive but single pointed
Like Schrodinger’s cat
You exist mostly in your mind
All you fix and screw up
Fix them in a notebook
Choose a beautiful cover
It might turned out to be your life
Filled with waiting for happier days
Avoiding or embracing the contrast that
makes it yours
-Poet Rupika Moitra
Flutter and Glide 
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