By Kainaat Kapoor
Fear of myself,
fear of you,
Fear of your thoughts
Is like a song stuck in my head
I wish to move on
I wish to be happy
But you constantly interfere
You,cover my eyes
Preventing me from seeing the charm
stored in my flaws,
The five letter word you dread
But yet that is my soul,
My flaws are like a cherry blossom,
Beautiful yet withering away as the
Conditions get harsh.
The climate fades and so do they.
They don’t rebel and stay anchored to follow
Your weather patterns.
I ,a prey of this weather,
wither along.
Today I terminate nature’s laws.
I catch the flower floating on the monotonous wind
Of your thoughts.
Press it against my young and brave heart.
My flaws are what make me, myself.
Yet,your rigid rain supperesses me,
I try standing up but the rain gently pours down my face,
Mixing with my tears
creating a flood of emotions,
pulling me down.
I float on the river of melancholy as
You thrive on the platform
you call society.
By Kainaat Kapoor
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