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Krista Sehgal Poem
Barbarously mine
Broken enough
It hurts, it does.
Fearing no repairs,
Not making it abuzz.
Got a control over me,
In ways that can’t be explained.
Take a shot at it,
I’ve got nomore to be lost and nomore to be gained.
Even today your name sends a shiver down my spine
Even today I care for you like you’re all mine
Even today your each action affects
Even today there are some regrets
Even today your words bring me comfort
Even today with your one call I am up and forth
Even today I long, wait and desire for you
Even today my heart belongs to you
Even today after all this while your tenderness provides me warmth
Even today I want ,me and you, to us, to transform
Even today we’ve those distances and all those miles
Yet even today with all this charade you don’t fail to make me smile
Too demanding, too stressed
Lol, an overthinker I am I guess
Despite my heart atrociously been broken even today it calls out for you
Despite every nerve wrecking, every muscle pumping, every teeth clenching in my body, asking me to say no
I hate to admit you’re all that I think for.
Today I have the courage to say, yes I loved and yes I always will
Today I’ve got the courage to say you’re my happy pill
Today I’ve got the courage to say you’re the best decision I ever made
Even for the royal prince I’d never trade
Today I’ve the courage to say I’ll never fall in love with anyone but you
Today I’ve got the courage to say you’re my dream come true
Even today I’d never change a memory we shared
Even today I’d say I deeply care
You’re my guilty pleasure
You’re my source of happiness
A glimpse of joy, a beam of hope
An unblemished human, an impeccable soul
Not a day passed where I couldn’t find myself lurking down the memory lane
Hoping there’s something left and not everything’s in vain
Thinking of frivolously racing back
To my natural habitat.
Even today I hope, even today
Always and forever if I may.
^^^:>
Copyright © Krista Sehgal | Year Posted 2019
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Krista Sehgal Poem
Who knew?
With the triumph of good over evil,
With me making a deal with the devil.
With the goddess of colour in our favour,
WHO KNEW it would cause our strings of heart to defrost in flavour.
Seeing him made my heart skip a beat,
And gave my eyes a sugary treat.
Didn’t really think would ever see him again,
WHO KNEW destiny had it’s way with my brain just chained.
That night my ‘gram pinged,
And like a lovesick fool I blinked.
WHO KNEW there started the story of my first love,
But ,like Cinderella, the clock turned twelve and off came the pretty gloves.
We had our share of ups and down; the pretty basic setup,
But never for once did I give up.
Held onto it, for it was the greatest thing that happened to me, my first love; just so epic,
WHO KNEW my favourite drug would give me the worst trip.
Copyright © Krista Sehgal | Year Posted 2020
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Krista Sehgal Poem
What if telling the truth is going to change the life of a lot of people around you for worse? What if telling the truth is only going to hurt you and others in ways which aren’t physically possible?
What if you’re not really afraid of exposing yourself to everyone but just of accepting that you’re actually capable of stooping to such an atrocious extent?
What if telling the truth doesn’t set you free, rather makes you a victim and despise yourself?
What if telling the truth brings no one any good?
What if, even worse, your truth doesn’t matter at all?
What if ‘the truth needs to be told’ is nothing but a lie?
What if no one wants to listen to your truth and everyone is better off by the lies you make them believe?
What if all of it is a facade to hide away from the dismay of such deeds causing horrendous and insufferable pain?
Cause redeeming yourself after being vulnerable in this world, is walking in a cross-pit of fire.
Cause mending your ways in the right direction doesn’t always help to endure the burden of the darkened soul.
Cause it’s nothing but an appalling and feeble attempt to clear your conscious and have a guilt free licence.
Cause slaying your inner demons and fighting the terror you feel is far more compound than riding the world of your lies.
In the end, truth may not ALWAYS set you free.
Copyright © Krista Sehgal | Year Posted 2021
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