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Ritika Rumde

Drama Tragedy

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Ritika Rumde

Drama Tragedy

Flowers on Grave

Flowers on Grave

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Happiness is what we preserve

Demons made of emptiness and love

They feed on humans, their skin and curves

But that's not what we deserve


I see emotions and feelings die

I hear helpless me cry

I hear me telling a lie

" limited is this darkness of the sky "


Fixing the broken Halo with knife

Naming our enemies ' life '

Bad times we swipe 

Real Life Stories we archive


Flower bed built on the grave

Enlightenment we crave

Demons we slave

Until we end ourselves in this cave


We play, pretend, ignore and run

We call awful things awesome

This process may sound fun

But trust me, you are mistaken


I don't wanna cry in bed

I don't want this emptiness to spread

My brain is already half-dead

Cause there is darkness in my head


I am waiting for the flowering of the bud

Cannot distinguish between Rock and stud

I wanna fly again like a bird

But my wings are made of mud


        


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