DubIouS

care not about the terrene affairs
will not get anything in return
only the burden of disguised pleasure
will rise, sulking the overloaded shoulders

wealth is nothing but only a cause of demise
of the mental state for the gypsy beings
you know you were not made to live in stress
when only a little money can fulfill all your dreams

by
Kritika
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‘Something’ to ‘Nothing’

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Says Nothing :
nights ruined by nightmares
overthinking consume the days
wherefore the time is running
clueless the mind and body stays

Replies Something:
surrender is easier but uncomfortable
broken can be gilded by gold
impossible already has ‘possible’
shift the focus towards your goal

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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