Category: Choked Atmosphere
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Scars
I have some scars left in open to survive Like an abandoned ship in the sea. I have a fear inside me Which pisses me off every goddamn time I think about it. No, I have not done any wrong, The circumstances were just adverse, And I was too lazy to think That I was…
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Morning Bird!
I am grateful to the Mornings Which take me out And push me harder from my deep slumbers. As I go out and touch the soft air, My heart bursts into happiness bare. As I step out and feel the rhythms, I feel thankful for being so adamant, For getting up without weigh For continuous…
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Dear Bully!
I see friends going to parties without me. An empty classroom, with teachers teaching only me. Subjects being – The art of being nice And the techniques to attract friends. I open my tiffin box to see, That my mom forgot to pack me, friends. I see some girls laughing over there. Some boys standing…
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Poem: Dear Stalker!
Laced with shiny glued syrup to your tongue, You didnot say a word to me. But rolled your tires, As I ran from you, Choked for air. I remember, How you brushed your chest on mine In a crowd, filled with people. And I always thought, I was vulnerable while I was alone. Chuckles. Realizing…
Supriya Sahu 