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Sudeep Soparkar Mar 2019
Why
I often wonder
Why do I write some days
And not on others?
Emotional turbulence
Makes me write
A sentence or two
Just to calm it
On the surface
I forget in this turmoil
Where am I actually
Hiding all the trouble
Or rather am I even doing so?
With passing days
My writing decreases
Does it signify
My pain too is vanishing?
Or am I above the stage where
I am unable to write even in pain
I wish to rest my case
With all the problems
With all fingers pointed at me
For there is nothing more
I can write
Or express!

- Nirmohi
Sudeep Soparkar Mar 2019
What exactly have I done so wrong?
I have listened to his cries and pleas
I have tried to understand all of his
Hopes, dreams and needs
Yet as time goes on
He continues to hate me
Not trusting in my love
Not believing on our friendship
How can I remind him
So that he will remember?

Why has he left me all alone?
I have always talked and cried with him
I have joked around
I have shared my secrets and feelings
All with him
But as he gets older he wants to leave
Run away so to speak
Never turning back
Not even a blink
Will I ever see him again?

Where has my son gone?
He is hiding behind the
Teenage smoke screen
Rather be lonely than come back to me
I have to be the parent
He doesn't like
Sorry if this he can't see
I can't seem to change his mind
How can I tell him
I love him
And have him believe?

Is there any chance to help
Our relationship survive?
I have given him my heart and my soul
But he doesn't seem to care anymore
The closeness we once had
Seems to have died
In a few days' time
It's a possibility he may
One day forgive
Allowing our anger, pride and hurt
To go away
Not holding a grudge for things
That are not my fault
Will he ever accept my apologies

- Nirmohi
Sudeep Soparkar Jun 2019
Why am I so messed up?
That I can hardly talk
My tongue moves but
Noises don't come out
Am I challenged?
Against my own self
Will the war within me
Ever cease to peace
Continuously I keep talking
But just to myself
When will I make my voice heard
My past has been horrendous
My future bleak
In all this circumstances
Is my present too
Getting weak
I need to arise
I need to talk
I don't know
How and where
But I need to open up
My black heart!

-Nirmohi

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