Numb

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Why do not my words reach to you? Actions have been depicting the same for a long time. Still I ponder on the why of miscommunication. Every time I try to react to the irrational questions, I feel like I should adopt silence. It is empty inside. The dark place is numb. Only the song of ‘Linkin Park’ rings in my head and I get lost in its lyrics which defines me.

I want to scream though, out loud where my voice at least reverberates the truth that I am alive. Loosen those tightly pursed lips with words which will be hard to digest but I know, they will not hold any meaning as I have been tagged mentally disturbed.


Are words or actions so difficult to decipher that we easily call a person mentally disturbed? Some people prefer not to speak. They want to be understood. The some who do, will weave a different story. Till then enjoy the song. (Link of the Song in the Text)

by
Kritika

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Baby Winter

the baby winter peeks with miracles
of mists and snow while the autumn unfolds
hugging the paths with its warmth
leaves of passionate colours spread
on which the lovers sing and dance
and the baby winter throws a snow ball
for them to play and rekindle their childhood
the thread tying them becoming strong

by
Kritika
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Come

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I want to drink the red which flows in your veins.
Tonight lets try and keep it sane.
Let me take you to the place where half of me exists.
Tell you history of mysteries of my ancestors.
Inhale and fill your lungs with the freshness of the night.
You call it dark but for me it is light.
Do not be scared of the words I write.
I am the guiding lamp for your fright.

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

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