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A story about how we wander around craving for that one real interaction and end up becoming the one who now rarely interact but talks a lot!

By Vaibhav MehraPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Interactions
Photo by Ben White on Unsplash

Frozen limbs and fearful sight

Mornings are difficult, you know that right

When you are lying half asleep on your bed

Thinking is it too early for you to be dead

***

Miles away from love and affection

You know you are dying just for an interaction

Where somebody actually asks what you are

Instead of just bragging about their own pain and scars

***

Cause you are too tired of speaking on your own

As they listen like robots, without any flower or stone

They listen like listening is a charity in its own

They listen and sympathize like I am a misguided soul

***

And every time they listen to me isolate me more to myself

Breaks my self respect for opening up to fools like that

Pushing me to a point where I don't speak to myself now

I am avoiding my problems, running for a wow

***

Hide away and sabotage, I lock my problems into a cage

Cause now I think there is no need to face

And what's going to happen will happen anyway

So let's blame myself instead of blaming someone new each day

***

And now I am too broke to even listen to others

And I avoid everyone digging me further

Turning into the ones who turned me into this

Talking is something I generally avoid but always miss

***

And under the Pisces moon, this guy came

Knocking me down, writing his name

To share the pieces that are broken inside

Can't understand what he wants from dying life

***

Stapled my lips to avoid any talking

He kept on speaking so I started walking

And when he followed I tied his legs

And upon his crawling I passed a glass through his head

***

Packing the dead body took me some hours

Buried a friend, I feel so empowered

And now I brag about my pains and scars

Staying away from interactions cause showing feelings is too hard

***

Party music and dancing, now I can do it all

Queen of the clouds, I will drift through it all

Elegant and calm, I am the legend of the fall

Cause problems are meant to be dumped after all

-VMehra.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Vaibhav Mehra

On quest to find my own identity through my sinful life. Just a normal lad doing Bachelors, quite too much interested in Artificial Intelligence and exploring mysteries of brain. Working upon being a better person. Till then smile. :)

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