Glass

She was the type That saw the world as a glass of water Always she thought It’s either half empty or half full Maybe it took her a lifetime To realize it’s just a glass Which can always be refilled Again and again She finally broke the crystal glass ceiling of expectations That rode on…

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Gospel of truth

A savage reality Of a riddled honestly Betrays the expectations A sadist door Slammed against the face On the wounds that shall never heal When you least expect it So shall you too pass this phase With regret and acceptance One after the other Like a combo buy one get one free offer Little did…

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