Posted: December 17, 2011 by Ankur in Writes...
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I… I’d just like to sleep,

In my room, with the secrets I’d keep,

The smoke from the fags, still float in the air,

And they’re going nowhere.

Somedays, I have to give in,

For a change, I have to breathe in,

Move over to the other side of the bed,

And lay down my head.

I’m thinking even more, And drinking no less.

I look at the wall, and see her blue dress.

She danced in the rain, I saw her get drenched,

Our names in the park, engraved on the bench.

Both hands in the air- bare feet on the grass,

I take my last drink, and look through the glass.

An empty heart doesn’t have much to blame. 

The world lacks in color- but makes up in pain,

But it stays the same…

I’ll pick myself up, not sleeping at all,

And make my way out, into the hall,

Pour out my thoughts- scribble on a stray page,

And watch them fly, Someday…

Samapriya Banerjee

  1. Shivangi Lahoty says:

    This is an amazing write, Sam. 🙂

  2. Robinson says:

    Very true! Makes a change to see soomene spell it out like that. 🙂

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