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[pennedbyvaishdas]

I see my reflection,

In the broken hair strands,

Splitting half my soul;

In the eyes of people,

the pupil growing wide on me;

In the edges of my neatly cut fingernails,

gradually tearing more of my cells;

In a fed-up sigh,

ailing inside;

In the imprints of handwriting,

carefully carving down my perceptions;

In yellow, orange and red,

Sometimes in black and blue

Too rare to find in pink;

In the breaking voice between every word

that I have ever spoken;

In the forced smile

and unwilling consents;

In a wild-grown tree

Dressed in spider web,

Turning yellow and then brown;

In a brazen procrastinator

proudly returning to the void;

In cold stares and 

irking bad moods;

In the winged fairy warriors

holding dagger in their hands;

In the museless days

finding the meaning of life,

Covering my face with thoughts,

And I ask you,

'How do I look to your eyes?'

-vaishdas

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[pennedbyvaishdas]

Beaten black and blue,

I drag my legs all the way

to the bed of dead flowers.

Silence overrules the murmur,

no hands to hold

when the fingers carve 

deep melancholy

in the blood rushing through my palm.

I'm found once again,

listening to all those words.

How many times do I tell, that

it is inedible, nauseous and 

that I feel sick!

I've been stuck with the barren land,

thirst for the truths, for too long.

"I'm here for you!"

"We've got your back, 

Do not worry about the cause!"

Echoes inward through the words,

it's black and white,

empty promises and hollow words,

wide and clear to my naked eyes.

I roar to the clouds,

sob to the rains

and strike with frustrations,

the lightning.

I turn blind

to all those papers, named letters.

I am the dumb

who believes all those terms.

I grin to my ears,

like others do,

but I do not want to,

and no one feels it.

-vaishdas