NIKHIL SHRIVASTAVA Poems

i m lost...lost in myself...deep within in d dark...i m confused...i m trapped...trapped in a conflict...of mind n body...i see nostalgic dreams..
n then they vanish..in my dreams..i shout..i cry..i fly..i m scared..scared of myself...my memory...
so gloomy...so dark....but they r real...only in my dreams...i m in pain..pain i cant feel...but i see...i see them..feels like déjà vu...only its true...
n this twinge..i m helpless...like a baby..who can cry..cry but not express d pain...i m dying by d virtue of my own sins...which i did nt intend 2
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you know that state of mind....
when everything is left behind..
superior and dire...
flanged like waste attire..
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as d mist of melancholy..
crept slowly, steadily..
i summoned anguish..
for best i could..
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