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Prisoner

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<p value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">Gravity is pulling the shoulders<br>Heaviness is retarding the movements<br>Vexation is not the real case<br>Current situation is a difficult mazeGravity is pulling the shoulders
Heaviness is retarding the movements
Vexation is not the real case
Current situation is a difficult maze

<p value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">Been clambering with all my might<br>Optimism will soon be out of sight<br>Monotonous non-adventurous life<br>Fatuous feeling, nothing to beguileBeen clambering with all my might
Optimism will soon be out of sight
Monotonous non-adventurous life
Fatuous feeling, nothing to beguile

<p value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">The hanged clothes live in desert<br>Perfume talks no more about love<br>Street and Food are now just words<br>Writing them down because it hurtsThe hanged clothes live in desert
Perfume talks no more about love
Street and Food are now just words
Writing them down because it hurts

<p value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">Travel and Food and Clothes<br>Engulfs a body with confidence<br>Changes are important for a human life<br>Till when shall we live in this prison?Travel and Food and Clothes
Engulfs a body with confidence
Changes are important for a human life
Till when shall we live in this prison?

by
Kritika
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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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The Young One – Indian Periodical Magazine

the perfection got lost in the crowd of comparison
the betterment got better with the advancement of time

Kritika

The above two lines are a part of the poem which you can find on the mentioned links below.

You can pick the one with the title from the list of contents here:
http://indianperiodical.com/2016/09/list-of-contents/

Or

You can directly go the art piece here:
http://indianperiodical.com/2020/10/the-young-one/

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Kritika

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