Excerpts from a diary...(anonymous)
I need to say a lot.
Speak a lot.
To whom?
I donno.
Seems no one really wants to hear me..
and I wallow in self pity.
I want the stars to fall on my dupatta....
but to scared to step above the earth
I'm standing on,
lest I lose it.
And I realise it's not the stars I want....
I want the earth...
...to become one with it...
But the earth keeps pushing me...
why?
where?
Donno what I want...
I wanted something....
a li'l dream...
still want it....
but the freshness of the dream
has been slapped by reality
a li'l too often..
and still I carry the bruised dream
in my arms
so close to my bosom...
Fully aware that there's a chance
it'll be snatched away....
or worse,
I'll give it away.
Sometimes, somethings
................&*^% %^^ *&^%...
You try to tell
to express
to say without speaking
but they hear something else.
Not the true you.
And in the discussions you become...
someone else....
someone else as you deliberate the logics.
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