Sumita Jetley Poems

Many times, I see perspectives losing sight of me

I utterly don't take it to heart.
But my subconscious makes a note.
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Certain things said are to be unsaid.
Certain unsaid things but to be said.

Silence when observed.
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things become difficult,
i at times randomly sit and quietly go through.
of course, nothing much is achieved.
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Hopelessly rather.
And now losing hopes too.

For you are missing most of the times.
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Something which I could see deep down,
but not eye to eye,
with contexts.
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Spent.
Unspent.
Drifting and still not drifted.
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Of course, it is to maintain sanctity.
Of the situation.
To keep myself shut & quiet.
But, how thus this could be at all?
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Naturally, challenge presents itself
And then quietly I get into things,
feeling exhaust & lost,
I find myself at loss
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Of course, this burns my heart
Solitude and I am Alone,

Feeling so lost, a critical of all
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