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Gunnika Mehra Jul 2020
The air,cold against my skin,
Teeth chittering, hair blowing in the wind.
My throat parched,
Heart stopped beating, I passed.

The other realm,
Warm like spring.
Heart throbbing,
I gulp in mouthfuls of sweet air.

This realm is heaven I guess,
Or just the waiting room to hell.
Gunnika Mehra Jul 2020
Always talk,
talk to everyone around.
Keep smiling and laughing,
Don't do any thing alone.

That's not who I am,
But it's what everyone likes.
Laughter is not that good a friend,
How can I smile, when inside I am crying?

If you my friend,
Have a knife.
Give it to me,
I need to ****** twice.
One my heart and the other my mind,
Because I can't smile, when I am dying inside.

Once they are gone,
I'll start a new life.
In this one I am talkative,
And more often do I laugh and smile.

Maybe then they will accept me,
Even if that's not who I am.
In trying to change my essence,
They lost a daughter, a friend.

I know at the end,
I will still be alone.
But just existing,
Not living anymore.

My mind and heart gone,
I will be truly alone.
But I hope they will be happy,
Because to please them,
I am not myself anymore.
Gunnika Mehra Jul 2020
Days pass,
I lay in despair.
But as night takes charge,
I believe God will make repairs.
My life may be hopeless,
Running on cheap cigarette smoke,
But I was once a little smiling  girl,
And I will be her,I will be her,once more.
This poem is a part of a self written story.
You can read the whole story on Instagram on
@_theclumsypoet_
Gunnika Mehra Jul 2020
Oh great hero
The legend we all look up to
Oh my friend
Now look at you.

I remember when we were kids
How often we played
I recall the memories
The waves have taken away.

Slowly you drifted away
And I did not know
Gradually you vanished
From the place WE called home.

Now home only has me
Waiting for another tomorrow
Home is now a house
Full of sorrow.

I wait for you
Please come visit
I won’t ask you to leave your mansion behind
But just to this poor house bring a smile.
Gunnika Mehra Jul 2020
Deep in my heart lies a door,
The key is lost.
And my soul is trapped inside.

Deep in my mind,
Lies a key.
But the heart knows it not.

Maybe if they weren't always in conflict,
They would have freed the soul,
Long ago.
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