Saturday, May 26, 2012


Slow falling through mercuric skies
Shielding away from the reality
Every night I sleep hugging a million lies
Steeling myself for come what may
Waking up to a gray or sunshine day.

Turning a deaf ear to every word that mocks to tear me apart
Standing strong on the very piece of land they have tagged quicksand
Stubborn, for I trust my instincts more than what the universe might hold
With the positivity that you have instilled in my heart
I can pull out an oceanful of water from the very spot the world calls Mirage.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry


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