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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Who Am I




Is this you or Is this just Me..
That I am unable to see.
Closer to free..
So long on a tedious spree.
Tied to the mode..
Of self abode.
Is this who I am or Is this who I have become..
Hilarious to boredom.
Crying silly trying to be free Willy..
Pathetic emphasis..
In search of the lost Oasis.
Joining hands made of sand..
Quicker unwind.
Absolutely unkind..

Is this what I want to be ..
An incomplete caricature.
Of an unknown stature..
Revealing plausible myth.
Covered in a colossal sheath..
Deeper the dive.
The steeper the climb..
Breathing alive yet again.
Worried for future.




Thoughts By -

     Pratiksha Misra

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