To the ones who told me that I was too much

To the ones who told me that I was too much

Radiance in its mirth smiles in the abundance of glee,

In its glory, it holds the light that sets your darkness free.

The truth that every eye in its glance beholds,

I too am a story and a poetry that doesn't write itself in the words she is told.

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Melancholy and merriment strike in their duality in the existential stride,

Nonchalance is the call of the hour and the pivotal axis for someone’s pride.

In a world where loving too deep and caring is becalled to be meek,

I roar in the embrace of being too much and the notion of galloping in the depths of adore is not weak.

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Labelling my stance in the syllables of dullness that encapsulate the spirit of me,

I seek solace in the depths of my poetry

Unconventionality runs in its fun as I adore the stars

Call me boring but I would never meander foolish words around someone’s scars.

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The ploy of words in their acrostic flair know how to render deep,

For I am known to the wounds that forge to be unseen but

Run through the crevices of the soul with pain that seeps.

Too bold, too deep, too old-fashioned, too passionate,

With every label that I am called, I choose to smile,

I know who I am and I laugh about it once in a while.

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Yes, I am too much, for I smile in the abundance of my radiating glee,

And chose to love deeply and pursue endeavours that passionately set my soul free.

I foster to live in my truth, the one that my heart beholds and meets my glance with zeal,

For anyone who thinks I am too much, I hope you heal.

-Hridya Sharma

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