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When you become the Story

When I tried to write
And the morning came
The paper still was empty!

I had been silent
Yet the words spoke
Tonight they just had vanished

My thoughts wandered
To the last few nights
And the story I had written
At last I looked out
To the sky with 2 moons
Have I become the story?

And now that, there were no words
I guess I was stuck here
Maybe forever!

I waited for a few days
A few nights went by
Finally, it came, the torrent!

I started writing, I finished the story
Slowly I came back out
But even here now, something feels
To be left behind

When she failed to call
And the kingdom came down
I looked around, again, to remember

Where was I?
Where are the words?
What is the meaning,
of this purple sky?

It was then,
That the voices started
They started shouting
That you have to fight
Its not yet the time
to Surrender!

And I shouted back
That I cant, I cant fight anymore
Take me and do Whatever!

Then they started laughing, at me
For how weak am I
Lost her to the world
And without a battle

And then the darkness came
Yet the sun was shining
I couldn’t hold on much longer

Where is she?
What is the truth?
And whats not?
Do I even care?
All that mattered was to find
That one thing, in the end

And to find that one thing
I had to ask, to ask once again
The right questions,
in the wrong world

I had to start somewhere
And so I began
To find, discover rather

…At this point I ran out of words again…
So I should say .. To Be continued maybe..

pranay:
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