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Haritha Seby Nov 2015
I feel unpleasant about my crime.
Something wrong with my brain.
I don't know what i was thinking.
I feel like i am sinking.
I deserve all the blame because,
It was my fault.
Now i realize, i am selfish.
I was always trying to impress the throng.
It was my fault.
I am looking in the mirror,
I feel Shame.
I clearly deserve the slap.
Now i feel so much iniquity.
I know what i did was wrong.
But from my heart,
I bring this apols.
I am so sorry for my crazy executions.
I wish i could sing a song,
To show my love for you, before my death.
Now i feel like i am trapped.
So i am starting to take pills, and
Slowly isolating from my breath.
Now,
It is my turn,
I am a criminal, hurting you was my crime
So punish me please, then forgive.
I just want to revoke my deed.
Once again I am sorry for all the hell.
Forgive me,
That's all i have to say!
That's all i have to say!
An apology for all and to myself
  Nov 2015 Haritha Seby
Pax

In another time,
will you still love me?

In another place,
will you still meet me?

In a fleeting moment,
will our stars meet?

I guess I should give up,
knowing you're not there...

but then I'll better wait,
Patience is all I have left...
Haritha Seby Nov 2015
I am living in a personal hell.
I burn brightest when nights are darkest.
I suffer in silence, because
It is too hard for me to show my emotions.
I don't want anyone to worry about me,
Because my bleeding emotions is always mine.
Now my heart is fragile.
I whisper,
How long must i suffer in silence?
I think it is too much.
I am always at war, with
My own thoughts and hopes.
I have come to the end.
Now i can feel the death's hands envelope my neck.
Slowly, i am loosing my breath.
I will miss my depression.
I will miss crying in the shower.
I will miss the voices.
I will miss my sufferings in silence.
I am slowly progressing but advancing nevertheless.
Ah!
It is over.
I am fine,
it is the easier term for you to hear,
And to think everything is fine.
Depression
Haritha Seby Nov 2015
Listen to me
I have something to tell
I know, this is yout gift
But please,
Its my life.
I too have dreams
I too have my own plans
I too have my rights
I too have rights!
My rights
Why are they refuse that from me?
O God Almighty!
Hear my voice
I beg you
Make some miracle!
Please..
Fate
Haritha Seby Nov 2015
Nuptial state!
Is it a bond?
Is it a grief?
I can see the fire at the end,
Disappearing and untouchable stars.

What is alike?
Obliging your hubbies
Cranky babies
Are they our burden?
I screamed,
Suppressing my emotions and reactions.

What is marriage?
A little adjustment, said one.
I feel it is a full of amendments.
Accommodate yourself for others.
Is this life?
Risking our future for a stranger.

How it call as divine?
Wearing a dress of his preference,
Is this call freedom?
How to live hiding my wishes?
A heartbeat is lost a dream forgotten.

Think,
If you have a child,
Will you happy ever after divorce?
It is a real lock
Locked within a ring
Are you afarid of it?
Is it an everlasting inexpliacability

No it is not,
Think slackenly,
And prefer good...
Many married women who have deliberately spurned the "hour" of childbearing are unhappy and frustrated. They never discovered the joys of marriage because they refused to surrender to the obligation of their state. In saving themselves, they lost themselves!
Haritha Seby Nov 2015
Its all right to say "I LOVE YOU",
to someone everyday
Someone awaiting at the door of present,
he lies behind the wall to obey Lord's commandment.
My heart can be a lonely place
When no one comes to be summon,
When no one comes to be concern.
But when he says I LOVE YOU , that lights a darkened heart and Chase's fear's away.
I am like an infant, lies infront:
With fresh and full of spirit he yerns,
With evergreen thoughts and breath's
The three narrow can mean so much and they are not hard to say  I LOVE YOU.
Past is like an open prose, to tell the story of mine.
Future can shut the door and the doors that leads to dark hell.
We martyrs of history lies as a page in the book of present,
To be read.
We accept the love we think we deserve.

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