MIND FULL

  • Protective walls

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    Neha
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    By guarding yourself from others, no one will know you. That way, you’ll be safe. Thats the narrative I’ve feel I’ve been instructed to operate with while navigating this world. Trust, in this world, is naivety. It’s for the weak and gulible. This world isn’t benevolent. Though this makes perfect sense to me now, I…

  • The Bride

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    Neha
    in

    Voices, separated by a floorDon’t dare tell her she’s worth moreThan what she’s been bargained for Hands have been shookBrooms to replace the bookThey change her look Her jhumka pull her downAnd with the weight of her gownThey hide her frown Freedom has a genderNothing wrong with selling herIf she’s the burden and you are…

  • The overloadedness of the overtly overstimulating ordinary

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    Neha
    in

    On nights like today when I stay awake until an ungodly hour, I’ll often think about it’s foreseeable reprecussions. Because I know I’ll wake up the next morning regretting my decision. I’ll know I could have spent my time more wisely. Without enough sleep, I’ll be more messy, less diligent and careful, less patient. But…