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 I drew with a pencil that broke in the middle I drew with the shorter half that choked on the riddle I knew it was going to be harder to hide my fiddle I drew on top of a scar that had been ripped open too far I drew the stitches to cover the leakage in rage I made the lead to break I drew dark glasses to hide my eyes from lies that cover my face I drew empty classes where I teach freedom I knew no one would come and take the risk that it encompasses I drew the bucket  that has holes everywhere I drew the station that never sees a train only the pain of everything passing right through the empty tracks I drew a relation that is always in tension what should I say how should I pay what should I do not to stay I drew a blanket to cover my soul I drew a bullet to destroy the ghoul I knew someone will call me out I knew someone will shout I drew a chair where I can sit and think about being fair I drew a floor filled with gravity of good time smoke gathered around me suddenly, I ...
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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 a filled up chair, so better make the best of the times that you all have together with each other.

*pic-courtesy - chat-GPT5.1

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