Suparnna Anilkumar

Sliding through my fingers
On a dark monsoon night,
The drops of rain pelt down
Reminding me of days gone by.
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In silence deeper than the abyss of your heart,
In storms louder than the roaring tides of uncertainty;
And in tempests that ignite your fear,
I will stand by you, as to this be sure.
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Would it hurt you, Dad, to know your little girl now;
Would it hurt to know that she's not the same person she was before;
Would it come as a surprise that she's grown up and left a lot behind;
Would it hurt you to know that she has loved and had her heart broken;
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Chaotic minds and broken dreams,
Thoughts on grief and mixed beliefs.
Conflicting ideas with indefinite feuds;
Barriers crossed, abandoned in between,
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Falling in love is a sin,
As is keeping yourself confined within.
Sanction required for every nugatory task;
Freedom of self: Compromised.
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The name incited emotions,
Of all natures within.
Soulful performances delivered,
Taken to heart in an instant.
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Into darkness,
I descend.
Struggling,
to find a light.
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Spilling out reveries,
seemingly mindless;
Recalling moments,
thought long forgotten;
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This is my death
The death of a person
Of a being
Ashamed of being
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