The stench of liquor and sweat in the air n the music blasting at the back ground was too much to bear.
She knew she was drunk n has to get back home, when suddenly he pulled her close, tightly in a hug,
loosening only to kiss her, bringing back to her all the memories of their past.
Knowing it was too late she asked, "why? Why now?"
He said, "because I wanted to n it was never meant to be over"
And they kept staring each other. Their eyes speaking so many unspoken words.
But she pulled away n said, "u r right, it wasn't, but it was u who let me go" and just disappeared in the crowd.-
I want to run,
Run away from the voices.
Voices demeaning my roots,
They tell me, 'you're no good!"
Crumbling up my core that believed,
"I am a superwoman"
But now I am left
Bare feet, panting, sweating,
Can I stop for a while?
So that I can smile,
At those unfamiliar eyes
Looking fondly up at me.
But the voices leaps the gap,
Grasps my frail and crippled soul.
Will I ever set myself free?
Will they ever set me free?
Because the Voices,
Sometimes even speak of love..
Ironically twisted voices.
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So much of air to be cleared,
so much of weight to be lifted.
I am still a heavy soul,
Yet I prefer the solace
Behind the veil,
Just for now.
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Sometimes she got lost,
Lost for words.
To explain the chaos inside her.
And with no one to save her,
She would curl up in disdain,
Wipe the warm dispirited silver
Dripping down with trembling hands.
The "RIGHT" were always
So insistent without motivation,
That she kept on being dragged
By the "WRONG"
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No matter how fast and far one runs,
The shadow always follows.
There are days when u cannot see them. Either u were too busy looking ahead
Or the light was too bright.
Either way, It is there.
Now will it be funny? If I say That,
There are days when I stop too.
Stop to talk to my shadow.-
Even though the sun sets every day leaving the sunflower in the dark,
the sunflower always looks upto it every morning till it sets again.
Little does she know that the moon that shines at night is the mirror through which he gets to watch her...
Is this love?-
And then it hits you hard!
Reality doesn't have a very good record of pleasing u š bear it or just bleed to death.
GOSH!! I wish though... š-
LOVE all the wierd things about yourself,
BEAUTIFULLY!!
EMBRACE all of it, like a
QUEEN!!-
Many a times,
People are just not what they show themselves as,
And what they think they are.
U r the judge here,
U r the one making perspectives.
They say,
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"
I Say,
"Perspective is in the minds of the one in its making"
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