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

*DO NOT COPY ME*

Angry Me (Re-Post)

If I was angry, your kiss would have solved the purpose.

If I was angry, your hug would have calmed me.

If I was angry, you could have shared a chocolate.

If I was angry, you could have hold my hand.

If I was angry, you could have made me to smile with your jokes.

You have nothing for me.

This is me alone thinking, what changed you.

Now I am tired.

Peace, please.

by
Kritika

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Actual You (Re-Post)

The nights are heavy, I know.

A sudden attack of loneliness.

A need to intertwine with another physical being.

Longing…

The mornings are light.

Burden of loneliness vanishes.

You are your true self.

Bright as the sun, fresh as the flowers.

This is the actual ‘You’.

Fuck off* the heavy nights.

And focus on sleeping tight. (Edited)

by
Kritika

*I used to be direct in my writing a year and a half ago.

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