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147 · Jun 2019
THE TEMPEST INSIDE
laksh Jun 2019
For long there's that  tempest
inside me ,it shrieks out its voice.
It howls,moans and whimper
There's the raging war that has never happened.
Neither did my teacher taught me,
nor have i read .
One side stood my brain ,waiting to scrag
no stranger, but my heart.
The stronger had no sense of revulsion
all it wanted was bloodshed.
The poor cried in pleed
not in greed to live,
but not to let that misdeed upon his pal.
Week fret ,it screamed.
The languid ended ,
yet i believe, he was valiant.
108 · Jun 2019
Piece of Glass
laksh Jun 2019
Keep it safe ,as it's delicate,
handle carefully .
once broken
cant be refixed gracefully
once slipped from those tiny finger tips
gone forever .
To regain with all its charm just like
'a beautiful dream that's quite impossible'
Its between us,
its betweeen them,
its betweeen everyone.
Once broken,
liaison reverses to no normal.
Chances still exist,
but selfdom doesnt let

— The End —