This poem happened to me as anything. We began the ending. When everything is just so perfect there is always a fear that of being insecure about things. Maybe most of you can relate to this poem. So it begins like this:
This POEM would be one of a kind
Where I am sure of the ending LINES
And for that ending, I am writing the BEGINNING
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I must not say this, but somewhere DEEP down
I always knew that the ENDING would be like this.
The BRIDGES won’t connect and there will be a break in the ridges
Somewhere I knew that the PATHS will never cross
Somewhere I was afraid of how all is so PERFECT
It’s not the kind of LIFE I have always known
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The BENCHES and the beaches
The ROADS and the bridges
The RAINS and the ridges
Your HITCHES on my glitches
The ROSES and the bouquets
The CUPCAKES and the birthdays
The WALKS and the rest
The never-ending QUEST
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Those CARDS and those bands
Those FIGHTS and those ends
How I wished the roads should never END
Those messages and those LETTERS
Those old talk time VOUCHERS
It was ALL that mattered
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My baseless QUESTIONS
And your glare of AFFECTION
My every possible way of wearing your PERFECTION
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That mystery in your EYES
And music in your VOICE
Oh! That style of yours that made me SIGH
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Your every side LOOK
I noticed through my BOOKS
And that name of MINE
Which felt BEAUTIFUL more than it ever felt before
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How damn PERFECT it was all
The DREAMS that I sew
How could I deny that I was flying in the HUES?
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On a forlorn day, the REALITY hit
Hit so hard that broke all the ILLUSIONS that life created around me
And then one day it all ENDED
Ended like it NEVER happened
It ended up in SILENCE
No GOODBYES no convincing
My lack of EXPERIENCE in handling what just happened
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And many DAYS have passed
But the PAUSE ain’t over yet
And now I think I need to put a FULL STOP
To END what I began
To give me another CHANCE
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What meant to be the sky and the MOON
POETRY and its tune
Today means to me ABSOLUTELY NOTHING…
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A Poetry By
GARIMA DIXIT
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