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We can meet again somewhere; somewhere far away from here

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  • krishnega 4d

    This world is terrible and cruel;
    Makes me want to give up colours
    And shut myself in a choking pupa.

    -Krish






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  • krishnega 5d

    I’m going back;
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    I’m leaving home, I am going back;
    Through the door between walls
    Through the streets, through the lanes
    Through the outskirts, through the villages
    I’m leaving for past; I’m going back.

    I’m taking a diary, a pencil, and a family picture;
    I’m leaving behind my phone, garden and wallet
    I’ve a letter, I’ll write you from the village
    You may not find my dairy, I’m going afar;
    But you don’t have to worry, I’ll be happy.

    This world, it’s life, isn’t for me;
    I tried talking to people, but
    they hear from only headphones.
    I tried caring, but they want only chocolates;
    And from love, they want only selfie.

    My being, it belongs with the past;
    Sadly, I am too many years late, but,
    I’m heading to the days of silent love
    Where people read eyes and spoke heart;
    It lies far behind, forgotten and abandoned;
    But, I’m going there, to that forest,
    That which whispers my name.



    -Krish

  • krishnega 5d

    I stare at mountains for too long; so that when I’m there, I will know, luck can’t be the word.


    -Krish

  • krishnega 5d

    So one certain day, when the pupa breaks and you enter the world, you will see how different a world this is; how not very many are pretty; how some are mean, selfish cruel; You’re first scared, and then you pity; then you realise that, though pupa wasn't a reality it helped you grow beautiful, it kept your feeble goodness alive, it had protected your innocence, till you could protect it yourself; then, you understand that life isn’t fair and not every pupa transforms a butterfly; you don’t feel high, you don’t feel low, you just got lucky once, but you are obliged for the same; so, you learn to love them for who they are and forgive yourself for not having enough to paint a rainbow;

    -Krish

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  • krishnega 1w

    You wilt inside the walls,
    But I bleed afar, in the wild.


    -Krish

  • krishnega 1w

    If you come at all and see these hideous thorns, know that I waited for you.

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    I remember your wounds
    The stardust in your veins.
    And ever since I lost you
    I’ve been growing thorns
    Pricking people, for stardust.
    But darling,
    You’ve been gone for far too long
    I don’t think, I can hold on,
    Men have learnt a way
    to take me away.


    -Krish