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Muskan Bhatia Mar 2018
Tracing your footprints,
Recalling your promises,
Finding your essence
In the past of mine is so beautiful
But accepting your absence
In the present of mine so horrific.
Your death didn't lead to mine
But your absence leads.
Your eyes, sweet skin, hair little brownish
and that permanent
tattoo breaks me down.
I know you are here somewhere
But reality says the truth.
Every night walking on the beach
Finding you in those stars sounds childish
But dear "I love you" ...
Muskan Bhatia Jul 2018
Today I saw a body carried by four people on
their shoulders chanting those four words
and a crowd following them.
Some were crying for dead
and some criticizing the death.
But why only I could hear what that soul said,

"These eyes have seen a lot,
These ears have heard a lot,
This heart has beard a lot,
And this body has suffered a lot.
Now it's time for my body to be at peace
and heart at rest.
So soon I will turn to ashes free from all with no boundaries to restrain. "
Muskan Bhatia Mar 2018
Let's just pause our friendship,
Let's just limit our talks,
And let's just play the memories spent together forever,
Let's just untangle the strings of sorrow we carry,
Let's just say it loud the guilts we keep,
Let's just stop hiding the pain and fooling ourselves,
"" OR ELSE ""
Let's just get distanced,
Let's just be the strangers which we were before,
Let's just get apart from being close friends to just friends,
Let's just fool each other and enjoy
the silence we created like that ozone layer surrounding the earth,
Let the miscommunication create misunderstanding and
Let the unspoken words be left hidden behind the spacebar of our keyboard whispering blaringly the untold stories buried in the graveyard of our dear heart,
So let's just get distanced from the formality of being just friends my dear ...
Muskan Bhatia Jul 2018
This journey was beautiful
from a small bud
to a pretty flower.

And before I dry out
or plucked up by anyone
I want to thank
the sun for letting me bloom,
the raindrop for pleasing my soul,
the soil to strengthen the roots,
the stem for not letting me fall
and the air to set me free to swing.

One thing I know,
Is that I will lose my breath
And will die within a few seconds.
I will be just a little flower
which won't be that pretty anymore
but that's how it goes.
Muskan Bhatia Mar 2019
When I demand equality,
I am reminded that I am a woman.
Just a woman,
soul-packed with strings of
shyness,
weakness
and fear.

But I want to unpack and remove those strings.
I want to be the one I am
" The Real Me ".
the beauty of mine may lie in the makeover
but more than that it lies in being
BOLD, INDEPENDENT and FEARLESS.

— The End —