Wednesday, 13 January 2016


What hurts
We know
What heals
We don't

Broken souls
Shredded hearts
Shattered dreams
Looking at each other
In solidarity.

All of them
Wanting to be heard
Craving to be understood
Dying to be loved

Zillion rumours
Infinite murmurs
Mostly painful
Usually sinful
Stomping and marching
On me.

Crushing the
'I' in me
It's like putting
Acid on my dreams
Making me feel
Paralysed and helpless.

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