and what do they call
a girl who takes no shit
and dreams in daylight?

"ambitchious"


-vidhisha

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they are not the one if
the derivative of your absence
doesn't make them want to
integrate the resultant function
only to seek your presence again.

-vidhisha

-

when you no longer settle
for the left over crumbs,
and realise you deserve
the entire batch of those
freshly baked cookies.
stacked. in a glass jar.
topped with a bow.

that's when you know
you've figured what
you truly deserve.
and that you've grown.

-vidhisha

-

you won't
even know,
and
someone
might be
dreaming
of you
right now.

-vidhisha

-

are you sad?

come laugh.

(i mean, come here
and read the caption
to laugh, you sicko)

-vidhisha

-

"it's just a modern day trend,"
they told me,
"are you delusional?"
"it's all in your head,"

"NO"
i wish i had
the energy,
to scream.

they don't know,
do they?
how it drains you,
the task of
getting out of bed,
everyday, wanting it
to be your last.

-vidhisha

-

oh how
i wish to
shatter
every mirror
i see,
for they
only reflect
what i've lost~
my charm,
you.

-vidhisha

-

my breaths
write poems
to you
from the sea-
read them
in the winds
that touch
your face.

-vidhisha

-

look at them.
even the
slightest of noise
wakes them up.

and me?
your silence~
it doesn't let me sleep.

-vidhisha

-

let's rent a room
in a dainty lane,
in the corner
of the heart of the city.
let's paint the walls
with all the colours
reminiscent of us,
orange of the warmth,
pink of the blushes,
red of the strength
and white rendering everything else.

let's make
a museum
of art
~of our memories.

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