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Akila Sridhar

Drama

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Akila Sridhar

Drama

I Wish I Could

I Wish I Could

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How does it play out;

Let me in on that secret if you could.

Let me time travel, or tell me.


Would you even remember all the moments we shared? Do you recollect all the times we had together? Do you even recall the times I was in your arms and I had you lay in mine?

Is it just me or is this for real?


Are you aware of all the over-thinking I’ve done or the permutations I’ve drawn?

Are you here to stay or just awake me from the numb fall I’ve gotten myself into?

Am I scared of you or is this a pressing need to impress you? Is it evident or some clue for you to remain ignorant of?


While my brain is filled with hypothetical scenarios and events that have almost no probability of happening, how does the silence sound in yours?

I’ve always envied your selfishness for it’s not easy to come by- I enjoy it even. I am entertained by people who ferociously protect themselves with goodness in their heart unknown and unaware of others around.


Does it sound like a meditation hall or examination hall- in your head? Is it all quiet and no disturbance or filled with fears and commotions I’m unaware of? Do you daydream? Do you think about me? Do you fill your head with stories that won’t turn out the way imagined in 100 years?


Am I in your thoughts as more than a passer-by? I wonder how it must all feel to you, the calm before the storm or after a hurricane. I envy your limited attention span allocated to others- I find it funny for I’m the complete opposite.


I sure do enjoy my own company but, I can not cease from searching for you in a crowd or your muffled giggles or nod of approval- I’ve tried, trust me. I was only left with a strained neck and a bruised ego.


I long for you and I wait for you. I’m a lost puppy without you and at loss of words with you. I wonder how all this must sound to you, in your head, in your tiny tiny head filled with sports news and ancient history on repeat telecast. 


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