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106 · Feb 2018
Can't Give Up
Shobhit Feb 2018
When you accept the fact,
That your trying doesn’t worth.
You stop fighting the truth
And make peace with the reality of some sort.

Your heart burns with chills,
Your senses numb as ****.
Consoling yourself faintly,
Without any drop of luck.

Some days pass,
A week, maybe few,
Pushing yourself hard,
Trying stuff you think are new.

With attempts to outrun your past,
To skip all the pain,
You work for worthless gain,
Trying hard not to turn insane.

At nights it gets tough,
When what you did
Wasn’t enough
Your chest gets so heavy,
Colder it feels.
The monster scare you bad
The scars aren’t easy to heal.

Lying dead on your bed,
Eyes open wide,
Remembering things she said,
Moments we lived
Cherishing all the treasures we had.

You smile for a while,
But the smile is so sad,
Haunted by your decisions for,
Circumstances you had.

Still, you know it's not the end,
You’re not alone getting the bend,
You’re not only broken into pieces,
Crushed all your feelings,
As if life ceases.

You know you have to stand,
And prove your self-respect.
Shutting down all the stations,
Shutting up all the mistakes.

Preparing yourself,
you lone ranger,
Determined so meekly
Not to cry
Coz with the time
The tears gonna dry……
94 · Aug 2022
People ,places & Stories
Shobhit Aug 2022
People - places -stories- all that matters

how typical of us !! we are desperate to walk a new street everyday

We hungry for stories that fascinates us all the way

And it is still people who are left in the oblivion, far behind the curtains

For we are hell bent and certain

To take people for granted, 

Hold hard enough on the things we wanted

While it should be the other way around. Isn't it?

You know, it is people who whisper soul in stories. Else they are nothing but specks of dust. It is people who create a masterpiece out of the dust, turn greasy clay into a gorgeous bust.

It's people that make places feel home

make you forget you are stranger to the land

And you feel free to roam 

These streets greet you like they have known you for long

They recognize you as a companion of one of their own

There I said it. It's people. 

You know, people are lonely even in the most serene hills

In the warmth of the dunes, feel the cold sighs if you will

And in the crowd, alienated, dismantled by their own conflicts and emotional drill

Hence, my love !! It is a fresh gust of breeze

To see how you prioritized these with ease

So let me raise a toast to the light you have shown

Repelling the moths of chaos, allowing all the order you can own

Acknowledging how much you have grown

To the girl I once knew

To the woman I have known!!

— The End —