By-Muskaan Duneja
Glory for one and pain for another,
However for her, it hit like a meteor-
Tearing her heart and creating a cavity of
An everlasting impact of being alone,
Sometimes providing a pretty solitary
And sometimes a river of emotions.
She wasn’t physically alone
Yet, mentally she had no one around.
She wanted to disappear,
Yet, deep inside her heart
She wanted to be found.
In an empty, dark room she wandered
Searching for someone to fill it
With never-ending luminosity and aesthetics.
Someone who notices the tempest in her eyes,
The stillness in her voice
And the sound of her ripping heart.
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