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668 · Apr 2014
Sanity
Prisha Sinha Apr 2014
A cut i thought would hurt you
The pain would make you understand how hurt i was.
The damage never too big
But the scar never too small

I thought you would cry looking at the person i had become
I thought you would wail about how good i was
I thought you would understand what a mistake you had made
But the cuts never ended
Each time i held the silver reckless metal.
Each time taking a part of my soul
Each time taking a part of my humanity

Time passed and the wounds became scars
But the scars not only left a mark at gullible skin but my tired heart too.
When i held that Mirror like metal for the last time
Trying to prove my Bravery
Little did i know that I had lost my courage forever along with my sanity.
Prisha Sinha Feb 2014
A time had come, where everything stood frozen like ice.
And the warmth of the beating heart grew cold.
A smile cut on everyone’s face
Whilst sadness frozen in eyne
Hypocrisy carved in minds
And realization hidden in hearts.
I walked around in the land of loneliness
Surrounded by imitations of friends.
The love I once knew,
Became the reason for the hollowness inside me.  
The silence I once despised,
Became my only hope for the truth to return.
The souls with age turned shapeless.
I waited...And waited.
I shut my eyes as I knew deep within
I was one of them,
I feared the verity of life.
The frozen silence was cracked by a thought of rectitude.
One thought was all it took as it spread like fire,
Melting all false virtues.
The time had changed, as now it had the momentum of fire.
A thought was all it took.
To release the heart from its numbness.
A thought was all it took to end all sanctimony.
Prisha Sinha Apr 2014
Under the shadow of the moon
Danced our love
Safe from the reality,
Hidden from the cruelty,
Loved by our integrity.

Not a fear could rock the night away from its glory
Not an Evil that could crush our faith
Not a dream could die, in the cradle of darkness.

The earth like a platter of our love
The wind like a messenger of our hope
The owl like a pastor giving us our wedding vows.
The stars like a reminder of our future.

— The End —