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The mirror hangs on the walls of hope

Hope of a pretty face

Hope of a mask that hides the truth

A picture of perfect grace



But the mirror does naught but show true skin

A pimple here, a scar there

It is us who try to obscure our flaws

And build a sheath of beauty so fair



Some trust the mirror to trust themselves

When they say that they hold no lies

But what can mere countenance prove?

The vanity of pride, or the betrayal of guise?



Alas! The mirror shows only a face

The glow of a soul it sweetly hides

Our reflection is what our faces say

Not the true beauty of our inside
 Sep 2014 Nandini
Mohit Suhasaria
yesterday i went to hell
it was filled with pain
yet no sorrow
only a tragic path to follow

left alone with a shattered heart
mortified by the one i love
with tears was the vision blurred
a cry within as never heard

wandering for sanctum
i reached a hearth
it was in fact
the warmth of your smile.

- *Mohit Suhasaria
to my bestest friend...
 Sep 2014 Nandini
Shysta
I'M FINE
 Sep 2014 Nandini
Shysta
swollen
                       *eyelids
!
trembling
                    feet !
weak
                hands !
growling
                   stomach !
protruding
                   knees !
red
              nose !
dry
             lips !
pale
            face !
and a slash to each wrist !
**I'M FINE
 Sep 2014 Nandini
Shysta
as i stood by the riverside
lost and alone,
with death as my only friend
searching for horizon
to find the very end
my whole,
broken
pathetic
fragile
life ,
flashed infront of me
and the regrets i had in my mind
i look , and
kept looking
at the knife in my hand
the thought of the cool blade
on my pale skin,
the thought of the crimson beads
popping out of my skin,
it all semms so perfect
the shrieks inside my head
had the urge to come out,
i want those scars
i want those cuts
oh! i wish they would never fade
now! those scars seem prettier than mascara
that blood seemed prettier than gucci and prada
my body started shivering,
my eyes started watering,
my stomach growled
and my lips started trembling,
all of a sudden,
''I'M FINE''
rang on my phone
a SORRY was what i got
from the other side,
the knife i threw
and the tears drew,
and i thought that-
that message was all that turned my death to my life
                                                            -Shy­sta&Nandini; x)
''I don't know what I want in life. I don't know what I want right now. All Iknow is that I'm hurting so much inside that it's eating me, and oneday, there won't be any of me left.''

— The End —