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Divyanshi 23h
Stop !
" smack "
Here comes another slap,
Suddenly the barking of dogs stop ,
I look up,
The mirror holding a my unknown pop.

The room is looked,
Yes , i am alone ,
Hands still trembling, stuck in invisible strom.
I hate the girl standing in front of me ,
Still lost , drizzling and comparing both the " we " .

The wall behind still dancing with my old part ,
Smiling , thriving , Carefree , shining,  
With innocent and open heart .
She is light and the only remain ,
Dancing,
she paused and looked up,
Back in the mirror ,
Same eyes , same face ,
But all left is unspoken pain.


the devil drifted in ,
' you both can't be the same ',
Another " smack " .
But This time my heart burned ,
I hate this , every part of it,
I shut my eyes,
Breath shuffled.

On the verge of accompanying the last peice of darkness ,
A shadow stop me ,
Smiling , thriving still the same beautiful mess.
She came close,
eyes met,
For first time she spoke but a torn set.

" we are indeed not the same ,
The war is different but not the blame.
We can nver be alike,
We are rides of same bike,
These scares are no less precious than my smile,
You are the most important part of this pile.
Your struggle is real ,
And worthy as well ,
I hold the heaven, coz you took the hell .

You don't need to be anymore prefect,
No need to stand beside another's sect.
All you need to do is hold on,
stay and led the strom. "

This time the darkness cried in pain ,
with a flicker , i was back ,
The sound of a forgotten laughter echoing in room,
Everything is gone or so i thought ,
The one in mirror still Clutching the gloom.

But the eyes were different,  
The smile was still missing ,
But life wasn't,  
The scares were there,
But no longer burned.

I finally opened the door,
The strom inside still roars.
I walked out,
But now embracing the gloom,
The sound of a forgotten laughter still echoing in room.

Divyanshi solanki
Here the she is present amd her is past
You created me, right?
A soul scattered,
Thrown aside.

Why—
Just answer this **** question—
Why plant the dream
When I could never be the sun?

Why stage the warmth
When light was never meant to dance?
Why is the faded dazzle there,
Carrying hope
Decorated by failed chance?

You hate me,
I know very well.
Then why
Do I still believe, still hold on,
While standing in the midst of hell?

And even now,
I still dare to dream,
Once again,
While waiting—
Maybe—for the final death beam.

I know.
But still, I believe.
How foolish of me—
But what else can I do?
All that's left is my faithful grief.

Yes,
angels, I still believe in you.
Because even today,
I am the same child
Playing in the fantasy castle you drew.

Divyanshi Solanki
Everything is gone but u remain,
You left ,
But the faith is still the same.

— The End —