Written by Shruti Shandilya
” I say don’t find me, but secretly I ache to be found “
Its weird struggling with air
Maybe like struggling with a head full of hair
Its not natural
Its not normal
Its not okay to be in the game
And not know how to be a player.
A strong pull away from life
Its like addiction
How would you stop
In the absence of friction?
A trembling piece of metal
On the verge of breaking
Might leave a scar
But it’s not guitar with no strings
None without the other
Would fulfill its purpose
None without the other
Would know how to sing.
There rose a roar, a voice for quest
A cry, a shout, an incantation of request
Don’t bring light to my grave
Don’t let me be found
Let me crumble under the pedestal
In the tuber of my underground.
I gazed into the mirror
As I sold my soul
I let myself be groomed
Hungry for the sake of feeling exhumed.
Text © Shruti Shandilya
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