"Life is an endless circle
Of ups and downs,"
They announce.
Yet, why does it feel
Like it's a richoceting
Flat line of drowning?

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I hoard a myriad of words
To hurl at your door--
And, now,
My closet's filled with them;
For, they ricochet each instance--
Leaving me stunned
And scarred,
Way more than before.

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The bullets ricochet and
hit me right in my heart.
I searched every corner
in the world for my killer,
cursing all those who dared
to enter my sight.
But then I realised,
I was the one who fired those bullets.

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Life gave me a hard shove,
So I ricocheted and shoved it harder.

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The flickering lamp inside me has turned me into a madwoman,
Yet, the guilty one doesn't seem to recognise his atrocities.

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Ricochet with ricocheting world at its beat

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I hold a myriad of words
That aren't easy to paint
these mute pages,
Leaving them bottled deep
inside me
They tend to ricochet even
when, I no longer want to
go back ,to revisit them

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What should I do
With these scary sensations
Knowing you aren't going to
change
I don't want to carry this stuff
For my entire life time
I would rather kill my silly emotions
That always yearn for you foolishly
I would kill them so that
I can live peacefully..
Hurling no more words at your door
Consequently witnessing no ricochet...

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Know when to Ricochet,
And when to actually hit
The Target.

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"Main giri zarur hoon...
Par tooti Nahin!!"

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