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Ananya Dubey Jan 2019
Have you ever looked at the world around you?
The edges, the curves and the beauty too?
Have you seen the sky at three?
The starts, the moon, and you who’s free

Have you felt things speak up at times?
Narrate a story, that’s unique and fine…
have you ever felt all eyes upon you?
And did you feel the admiration in them too?

Did you ever feel that you were strange?
Different or perhaps unique in a way?
Did you feel that interacting was strange?
Or maybe you saw the world in shades of grey?

Maybe you forget at times to, be you?
You- who’s different, you who’s you.
Did you feel defeated or plaintively weary?
Or did you, at times, sleep with your eyes bleary?

Have you ever tried to find answers?
Answers to all your problems?
Did you at times blame the world around you?
Or perhaps scream and shout in agony too?

Maybe, all this was a part of a test?
A test- that brought you to your fate
Perhaps it tried to bring out your best
To show that, your destiny awaits….
Ananya Dubey Jan 2019
Did something change after that day?
No, nothing in an unusual way...
Nothing that could break the heart.
Nothing that could tear you apart
Nothing that could be told
After all, secrets are something,
that the heart holds.
Ananya Dubey Jan 2019
Blank….it’s all blank inside.

But, there is a void that I hide

Deep down in the folds of the heart

there is pain, but, where do I start?



From the beginning, end or the middle?

or wherever one can place the needle.

How can I talk?

When I can hardly walk…



How should I narrate my tale?

Each time i try but, only to fail.

Should i talk of my bruises or the razor I’ve stashed away?

Or the things I wanted to, but, could never say.



Or should I tell you about the times…

When I let my tears dry up inside?

Or those unspoken rhymes

which under my pillow I hide…..
Ananya Dubey Jan 2019
Have you ever

Walked through the night?

Following shadows

that you never saw...

Listening music

that you never heard

Telling tales

that you never spoke

And making choices

that you never made.
I guess all of us have been here, once.
Ananya Dubey Jan 2019
Ghastly shadows
and nightly prayers
have filled her cup
for a hundred years

Trespassing voices
have caressed her heart
And the brazen feelings
made her art

Comfort- a word so foreign
to her ears...
So, a false smile
for others she wears.
Ananya Dubey Jan 2019
I drowned myself
that day....
in the "drunkenness"
of a different way...

A cocktail of passion
and something else- love?
It was more of a question,
for the heavens above...

Then, sipped my way through
and burnt the soul
Waiting for it to come true...
Will I ever be whole?
Ananya Dubey Jan 2019
I stay awake...
to pour my heart out,
into nightly shadows
that seem to shout
of my nonentity
and the forlorn moon's anxiety
of watching relentlessly
the starts shimmering pretentiously
and wanting to be one of 'those'
the part of a wonderful prose...
Only to face the reality
-the face of anxiety
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