Poetry

Practical Idiots

I look again now At those strings lying jumbled which were held before In relations. I thought I was precise In holding them out to you Perhaps not. Who says money isn't magnetic I saw you pulled myself Towards hands filled, hearts empty I saw you hugging bodies Decorated with gems, platinum My heart, not… Continue reading Practical Idiots

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In a room full of people

I was sitting amongst known faces, acquaintances. All, who were busy chattering, laughing. I was sitting amongst friends, my heart breaking quietly, my head felt as if filled with some smoke. My face, though, expressionless. These were those to whom I would run to, if I see them upset. But, my expectations from them, that… Continue reading In a room full of people