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  May 2020 Sudhanshu Shardul
Anna Dang
I write the things I can't say
All my feelings
that I leave at bay
The thoughts
that run in my head on replay
What clutters my mind
that makes me not want to see the next day
I write to free all
that I want to say
My depression is back. I can't escape from it and sometimes it feels like I'm a yoyo and its the one playing with me. It decides when and with what power. So I write and I create.
  May 2020 Sudhanshu Shardul
Solaces
I am forgetting about you..
Your smile has gone away..
No longer written on your face for me to see everyday..
Its getting easier for me day to day..

I am forgetting about you..
Saved memories emerge from time to time..
They are full of colors of you and are easy to find..
But are fading away to darkness as if I were blind..

I am forgetting about you..
No more haunting smiles in dreams..
No more deep brown angelic eyes that made my soul scream..
Because I couldn't have you in my arms under the sunbeams..

I am forgetting about you..
That part of me is dying..
That part of me walked under the moonlight and was crying..
But there you were in the clear night sky simply shining..

I wonder if I will forget about you..
I think that part of me will not die..
I think that part of me will stay alive..
Nothing left for me but endless goodbyes..
You and I,
we floated upon
clouds of cotton candy,
felt the warmth
of the butterscotch sun,
and with eyes tightly closed,
we kissed each other
like wishful stars of sugar.

It's a crying shame
our parachutes failed to open...
When I start my studies you come :-

In Physics like my power

In chemistry like Oxygen

In maths like my problems solution

In Bio like my HEART

In geography you became my world

And In history you were my queen

So I close my books and Go sleep
To meet with you in my dreams
To please a stone ,
I killed many flowers .
When I went temple to worship
I realised that I am killing flowers,
To please a stone .
Where I had came to wash my sin ,
I returned by addition of one more !!!!!
If you can read my mind,
You would see thousand of papers,
Filled with broken poetries ,
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses.
With mournful pieces ,
Of Unfinished stories .
They are yet to be written .
And failed to be spoken.

If you can read my mind ,
You would hear the bellows ,
Screeching the words :-
" I'm tired ; I'm lonely "
" I'm stupid ; I'm afraid "
You could see the depression behind smile .
You could read a novel which you never wished to touch.
You will know one's emotions.
That everyone has ignored till now
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