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Astha Sinha

Abstract Drama Others

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Astha Sinha

Abstract Drama Others

Surreal Life

Surreal Life

2 mins
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Fragmented memories I look upon,

Wondering where my life has gone.

Yesterday I was a little girl of five,

Today I am learning how to drive.


You never know where she will take you;

Everyday is an adventure new.

Sometimes exhilarating, exciting and ecstatic,

But sometimes elusive, eccentric and erratic.


Once going outside was taken for granted;

Now in our homes, we have been planted.

Days before the pandemic, I cannot remember,

It is hard to tell if it is November or December.


It really is rather strange,

How in the blink of an eye, everything can change.

One day, you are learning how to write,

The next, you are writing a poem all night.


You best believe she is bizarre,

When your childhood seems near yet far.

Forever she will keep you in the dark;

In my heart, it causes a terror stark.


The not knowing makes me anxious,

Of her, I have always been suspicious.

Any second, she can take a turn;

One moment you are sentient, the next in an urn.


Time truly waits for no one,

As through my window, I now see the sun.

It is what makes life an ordeal,

And explicates why she is so surreal.


This vixen can rage and can flirt,

On occasion, she can terribly hurt.

You keep striving, that is just her nature;

She is designed to be a cruel creature.


But no matter the amount of distress,

She would still be my mistress.

Her whimsy might sporadically be fateful,

Yet for her, I will always be grateful.


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