MIND FULL

Tag: Poem

  • The Little Voice

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    Neha
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    It’s 2AM. You know the nameThe number, it’s fameYou need this now, there’s nothing to tame Panic and thrill, you enter your plightPausing, you hover over the lightWho’d have thought it’d take this much might? Because it’s so simple, right…? Your fingers fly through the boxes on queA bout of relief now coursing through.You’re about…

  • The Clock

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    Neha
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    You know it’s comingYet you stop yourself from runningWould you feel like this if it really is nothing? Settle down, inches from unravelling.Your comfort is bafflingYou don’t know it, but the enemy is laughing It’s taking it’s time. Like clockwork, then the logarithm.Legs, face, eyes, heart beat, breathing rhythmActive to overwhelming, humming a hymn Ticking…

  • The Dream

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    Neha
    in

    That bright blue skyMust hit every eyeWith a slightly different blue Who would’ve thought that my shade of blue,Wouldn’t be shared with you? Who’ve known one day my blueMight be faded or grey-scaled,Covered from view. Who will tell me if my eyes are wrong?How can I trust them blindly still,For how much longer will I play…