My mind.

Published August 26, 2014 by Shreya Rajvanshi

My mind is filled with glitter and dirt,
With symphonies and melodies unheard,
A raw passion for claw marks and scratches,
And deep thinking about dots and dashes.
My mind weaves all my memories,
Into unexplainable, unbelievable stories,
It stitches the curtain of truth torn by the needle of lies,
And cuts open the wounds given by helpless cries.
I tell you, my mind is a mystery even I’m trying to unravel,
To understand it, for hours and hours, I have to travel.
It’s not an adult’s workshop or a child’s park,
It’s just a perfect blend of a day so bright, and a night so dark.


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