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Jayashri Narayanan

Abstract Drama

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Jayashri Narayanan

Abstract Drama

Reality

Reality

1 min
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We're all fragile kids

Waiting for a Friday evening

To ghost out from routine

Jump onto a couch

To plug Netflix in

Forgot that it became a routine;


Often we forget to say goodbye

When silence held in your cold heart,

A void like that to remind you

Later to cringe about things

That you didn't do

When life surpasses by;


Wishing time could turn around

To see our pathetic hurt grounding us

You'd be a sunshine or a Moonraker

To someone on their darkness

But there comes an end,

Where you really understand

Some things are not up to you.


The real question is,

Out of all these empty survivals

That you collect in your runaway

What is a bad memory?

The one which doesn't mend life

Or the one which surpasses the fragile you?


The answers aren't in the attempt,

They are on the blooming side

Of every flower that dies anonymously


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