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An Empty Chair

“An Empty Chair” By  Pratiksha Misra From morning cereal, To an evening affair, What never was around, Was an empty chair.. From an angry state, To a cry for an extra bread to spare, What never was around, Was an empty chair.. From the fresh water fish, To the piping hot biryani, Served in a silver dish, From crying babies, To toddler care, From trying outs, To wedding outfits, What never was around, Was an empty chair.. From laughter roar, To midnight chuckles, From quieter score, To quilted giggles, From a spicy gravy, To sour taffy, From bitter to sweet, There was always dessert in the fridge, And a smiling nudge at the topmost layer, What never was around, Was an empty chair.. Now since you are gone, There is no winner at the dinner, No one asks what you would Like to eat, No one sits and repeats, How a dish tastes, It all ended too soon, How is that fair? That now instead of you, What we have is an empty chair.. *On this occassion of Thanksgiving, what my family craves for is ...

When You Start Growing

I will tell you life is hard, and laugh right back at you...
I will tell you crying makes it uneasy, and smear the tears
I will tell you I have met eyes that never smile 
I will tell you I have met loneliness that doesn't speak at all
I will tell you I have sat in the same room where life felt empty
I will tell you I have sat looking at someone who just doesn't want to go home 
I will tell you relationships are hard, and will hold your hands right away
I will tell you cold shoulders are greasy but it's the intense warmth that makes you shiver
I will tell you I have met people for who love was the only thing until they picked being lonely
I will tell you relationship devors decorum like a wolf feasting on fresh carcass
I will tell you vultures gather to eat what pains the most, yes the lost ones
I will tell you dark is hard, but directions are easier when unseen
I will tell you what itches me is constant pain
I will tell you how naked I am in reality but no one wants to see you sad
I will tell you how it all begins 
It all begins when you start growing 
*painting courtesy - Debjit Paul - Pinterest Profile 

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