Maybe I Am You
Maybe I Am You When you sit down With a heavy heart, That remembers nothing But how you both fell apart, You find yourself alone, In a distant corner of
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Maybe I Am You When you sit down With a heavy heart, That remembers nothing But how you both fell apart, You find yourself alone, In a distant corner of
When I first Looked at myself in the mirror And averted my eyes Ignored to see my own beautiful self I committed blasphemy. When I sought For others’ ideas
Far, far away Deep in the woods Filled with thick trees and tall grass Lived a man named ‘Saga’ Short and stout Noisy and loud He lived alone Screaming at
I’d rather trace my fingers Through the map You drew on me last time Than wait for you To miss them again. I’d rather mark My own territories Than wait
Marveling at the sight, I stood there, by the side Of the river that Never stopped to flow. Its water pristine, A little sweetness in brine Shone under the sun
Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I,
Therefore for thee the following chants.
Sillage Sunny afternoons and sweaty palms, Playing in the rugged grounds with rubble. Travelling through the city lights In air-conditioned metros. Sitting in the college cafeteria with friends, Discussing assignments
Wisdom Gained Over Centuries The deafening sound of silencePierce through the mind and heartThe hollow scream of the voidTears me apart. Now one would thinkHow does Silence sound?Like the noise
Unapologetically Bold for a Girl I don’t know what is it About breaking the rules And questing the foundation Of every conventional notion That evokes satisfaction when finally, I rebuke