There is not a single day
when I don’t try to hurt you.

I take a knife,
try to pierce through you,
but never do you utter
a single noise
apart from wincing-
that too only rarely.

However,
you do make me cry
with your
irresponsiveness.

There isn’t a single…

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Amidst the storm I stood
the trees bustling around,
with the heavy wind blowing
a thought popped, unbound;
Lost it would have been
for the force wasn’t low,
had I not been a victim,
I too, would have let it go.

With the thunder lightning above
I let the thought flow,
each…

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Rishabh Chaudhary

Marwari. Computer Science Graduate. Amateur painter & writer. Trying to achieve reading goals. Finance & cycling enthusiast.