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Ananya Dubey Dec 2018
A thousand words
don't mean as much,
as those synchronized
periods of silence.

Intending to persist
and trying to resist.
Giving out more than
the story that just began.

Years ago, a war
in its own right,
trying to stand the ****** sight.
Bathing in the Omnipresent,
Silence's Effervescence.
Ananya Dubey Dec 2018
What's harder to bear;
the eternal glory
of masked truth
or letting pain burn
your insides, like wildfire
does flora.
The sharp gasp
for a breath of life
or the unfazed content
in letting death
'choke you'
Till you are no more
Ananya Dubey Dec 2018
The ghosts of our past
don't haunt us anymore.
Before us lie infinities vast.
For years the scar we bore.

Long gone are our days of agony.
Smiles have washed all our sins.
We quietly suffered fate's tyranny,
and at last perseverance wins.

And once again we try to live
forgetting our past
It's happiness we'll take and give
Until our lives last.
Ananya Dubey Dec 2018
If only we could change,
the fate that was ours.
If only we could turn,
back the days and hours.

If only we could heal,
the scars deep beneath.
How nice it would have been,
if those moments we could relive.

If that pain could be hidden,
under that pretty smile.
If only our heart,
could narrate how it feels.

Then we could laugh,
under the sheet of stars
And then our smiles,
would mingle with our tears.
And long gone will be
our fears and inhibitions.

And then the dead would live,
for old times sake.
Perhaps then we could give,
the love that we could never take.
Ananya Dubey Dec 2018
All emotions,
bare for you...
Come and see,
they stare at you.

Can you hear,
that song I sing?
Does that 'day',
that 'Memory' ring?

All those averted eyes
and all those coherent signs.
All those words choked inside
when silently you stood beside.

We parted long ago,
can you come?
Or maybe you intend to remain,
that long gone hum...
Ananya Dubey Dec 2018
I used to roam alone,
now am afraid of my own shadows.
I thought I was gone,
but, the heart still knows...
that it ain't me, dwelling over the past.
But, I can't see
If the hope will last,
for a long time.
I'll stay silent.
I'll try to keep it all in.
Because, I'm Resilient.
Ananya Dubey Dec 2018
A scar, a cut and a flaw
that unlucky face that you saw.
those sad words that you read,
masking emotions in my head.

'Pretty Rude' and 'Unruly'
Never actually 'Yours truly'
With an aura of mystery.
That shell, that I carry.

'Who are you?' they ask.
And answering is a pitiful task.
To describe myself in a word I try.
'I'm Hamartia' I cry.
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