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Too Loud to Stay Loved

My tongue, a beast that bites me first.
I wanna shut it down,
never to speak again.
My voice, a wild river,
Yet keeps flooding, careless of consequence.

My lips, in a race,
while everyone hopes—
“Would they ever learn silence?”
My brain, too messy,
Spills out without a thought.

All cures, I’ve tried—
Nothing worked.
The words kept flying—
Some hurt. Some haunt. Some hang in the air.
Some make them shift, some make them stare.
Some push away… each one a weight I carry alone.

I’ve grown. I’m “mature.”
Yet I hate what some people adore.

I wish to sit in solitude,
even when the room hums with chaos.

But I fail,
Once I speak, 
I drown in the noise.

I regret, I feel guilty,
But there's no button to erase.
I never speak wrong or false,
Just the words,
that shift in meaning, lost in translation.

The voice, once echoed,
makes those who care, who love,
wish they’d never known me.
A disappointment on their face—
Wishing they could rewind just one moment back.

They want me to change,
Not go wild, not lose control and be mad.
Not shout, not blurt, not make myself known.

I am an embarrassment, 
a mistake they wish had stayed silent.
Love on condition,
weirdly care.
teaching lessons through guilt and unease.
Yet I forget, the very next moment,
and I can’t tell.

Extroversy - my storm,
Introversy - a dream I never reach.

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Newton’s Rotten Luck

Sir Isaac Newton, so great,
Had the apple been rotten and late,
No physics would have been discovered yet,
No derivations would have ever been set.

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The Wait That Never Ended

I stood there for you, 
Waiting for your return,
Long enough for you to realize 
How my precious love, care,
And affection can't be denied.

The sun rose high,
The moon began to shine,
Days flew past,
Rains came and went by,
Yet I still stood there,
waiting for you to arrive.

My eyes swollen, red, and blurry,
Face dull and pale,
Lips dry and aching,
Still, I waited for you to come back.

Days turned to weeks,
Each one crushing my hopes again and again.
How long would it take?
I wondered-until my very last breath.

And then, there you were,
Emerging from the haze.
My eyes went blind
As the sound of laughter reached my ears.

Tears fell as you held
Your queen's hand tight.
Jealousy surged,
Yet my pain chose to hide.

But as if that pain was not enough,
I came to realize-
It was all a lie
That shattered my life.

All the while I stood waiting,
You never even thought twice.

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A ghost that lingers in my spirit

In the city of dread,
Lies a haunted, ghostly homestead.
The masonry draped in cascade of red,
Shared a foul, rot & putrid smell as he's dead.

Deeply I endured & tried hard to encroach,
A sigh of relief turned the moment's approach.
A shadow emerged, dark in ambush,
Staring with gleam & hunger in rush.

Erasing the gap, he turned distinct,
His name, a blade, cut my tongue, i think.
The sharp nails he wedged,
At my waist's curved edge.

Through the spines fixed & anchored, we flew up above the range,
Beyond the empty mouth, I swallowed the raw echo in derange.
Blindfolded by those deep eyes, I lost my senses from the ocular socket in the guise,
Deep down, the blood was drowning loud from the sunk spikes. 

Splash, Splat! Sound seemed like I whined & moaned,
The body melted, rained down & disowned.
The cage of ribs emptied and broke out,
He took the heart and threw it in doubt.

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A Death I Dream

An hour past midnight,
She rushed out of the head-storming library,
With a numb body, she drove hard, pretending he no longer mattered.
Still he ignored her, as always.

Till, the silent, deserted road heard a heart-wrenching crash...

He saw,
A body lying,
Close to death,
Wrapped in red blood.

With those half-lidded eyes,
She saw, she saw -
'Him'.

Running toward her, 
Panicking, 
Holding her and patting her face. 

His white shirt coloured red, 
Asking her to wake, 
Screaming for help, 
Calling an ambulance... 

With those dizzy ears, 
She heard, she heard -
'Him' say;

"I am with you. 
I am with you.
I won't let anything happen. 
Don't worry"

With those paralyzed lips, 
She whispered, she whispered -
"I Love You"

Wee-oo-wee-oo
The siren wailed. 
Holding his hand, 
She rested on the stretcher. 

His heart seemed to stop beating, 
Waiting those hours alone in visitor's lounge;
He went restless again & again, 
The moment she had confessed, 
Seemed to replay, replay! 

Stifling, he realised,
He had also fallen for her. 

Operation finished, lights went off, 
Doctors came out;
Stammering, he queried, 
"No more", he caught. 

Her still remains, 
They gave. 

Tears held back, 
He clutched the deceased, 
Kissing the forehead, 
He let her be free at end.

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Too Stubborn to Die

A desire to die, found myself lazily lie,
Oh—'Without pain,' then why even try?
Hanged dupatta on a fan left running,
It spun, it tore—just threads kept churning.

Asked GPT for methods of death, 
And back came '10 Ways to Be Happy' instead!
It said- "Just hold this night alive", 
Weird—was I meant to be gone by sunrise?

Funny, right?...

Sped at 70, reckless and rash,
The driver behind just roared in a flash. 
Called me "mad" - mocked without a crash,
And yet, I lived—a pity, couldn’t even bash!

Dared to walk late at night, 
Thought murderers might set things right.
But what they shared was philosophy's advice, 
Ranting like life coaches— too precise! 

Decided to jump from a height,
Got famous—landed on a bull's back thrice. 
At last, the tired bull kicked me deep,
"Best to try next time", I sighed and went to sleep.

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Ode to the Jodhpur Sky

O Jodhpur sky, vast and wide,
You sparkled late in starry light.
Your silence so deep, 
Made my longing heart yield with ease.

Pink and purple in the vesper,
Yellow-orange at dusk, so tender.
You guide and embrace my texture,
My soul wrapped tight in your rapture.

I declare my love to you, 
My lips await your touch so true! 
My hands & height - so small, so slight, 
Will you accept my love, my light? 

You stayed with me forever, 
You rained when I cried, 
You turned dry when I ached, 
Is it pity or your love infinite? 

I fear to leave - will you miss me? 
Or will I lose you and Jodhpur's key? 
Will you hide and forget me so fast, 
Without a tear, as I fade to the past.

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Life's Empty Vase

A world in a race of fast pace,
Busy achieving a face,
Chasing hard but unaware of the end's trace,
Death inevitable, life—an empty vase,
Maybe life was meant to live, not to waste.

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All You Care!

Naked and Revealed, 
Sexy or Lewd, 
What can I do
If I have them on me? 

Inseparable, heavy beads, 
Bulgy with shady teats. 
All you care:
Is it concealed well beneath bra strips? 

Gasping for breath, 
Sharp stabbing in my breasts, 
Lying on the bed, 
Nausea till my neck -
All due to the unbearable clasp at the chest. 

Tell me, 
Is it still my fault, 
If a brassiere is not enough for my ample busts to exalt? 

Should I cut them? 
Or should I burn them? 

Since I can't stop their charming dance, 
For those
Who only know how to objectify and sexualize their existence, 
Without any rightful cause. 

It's all you care about. 
Maybe what suffocates isn't the bras, 
But the disgust for what's beneath them -
And that's what I care about.

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A Place to Run? Or A Place to Hide?

Screams of heart,
Pricks of needle.
Shivers of the Cadaver,
Breaking of thunder!
How can't I wonder?
Lying crushed on the land of tormentors.

Little did they realize,
How hard they made me cry.
The moment I asked,
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?

A pair of sight,
Staring deep, dark into my eyes.
An unspoken question reclined:
"Why are you still alive?
Why didn't you die?"

Lightning struck up high,
Leaving my undescribed condition behind.
Quivering digits seized the pen tight.
Praying and begging, I asked:
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?

A question came to my mind,
How shall I write when-

Feet remained immobilized,
Lips left paralyzed,
Tears dropping, symbolized,
The horrified ache of angina
Whispered a final byeee!

May now you tranquil,
May now you alleviate,
Since I reached that place
Where none can penetrate.

It's known as Paradise,
Completely different from my mind's eyes.
Is it the place to run?
Or a place to hide?