On a Real Note
Passing through the noises of this life,
here I am,
with bits of me being known &
with lots of me being unknown,
and just like that,
a serious judgment silently fills the void.
A void,
that makes me go all weary.
and then they all say, ' communication is the key' !
but then sometimes I wish,
to be understood through my silence,
to be welcomed through my tears,
to be cherished through my scars,
to be loved for all that I am,
simply bcos,
sometimes I too wish to feel alive !
Alive,
just as the veil lifts off the illusion
by the one I wish to call as ' mine ' !
simply bcos,
'Only a few know the unknown on a real note' !
- Vida
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