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A Beautiful Mess

By Kritika Kashyap



It was a lovely day!


Was tired a bit,

so- I drifted to sleep


I was sinking into

The black infinite looking hell-


And I found my real self


Covered with bruises

And eyes in tears


Still was plastering

A hurtful smile

That's who I was~


Then I tried my best but

Couldn't wake up


I woke up in a dream

And it was beautiful!

I started walking and

I found a beautiful couple


I went to them and

They carried me home

Nurtured, played, and cared me a lot





I thought I was the special one

Once the dream started turning to a nightmare

And now it wasn't that fun


I readied myself to run away from it

but- It captured me tightly

And my eyes had teared slightly

I was struggling being tangled up in a mess but-

Was trying to solve it in my crying self

I was alone and now struggling to breathe


And there I found-

A hope to live


He came and gently pulled me out,

Brushed the mess and made me feel sought


I was standing their all startled

Until he started talking with me

And I found my comfort zone in him

Because he was patient enough to hear my glee


We talked for a while

And he started wiping up my tears,


Gathering all the pieces of my heart

Now he was the only one who cared


Falling was obvious so- I did

Not even thinking if I am going to get caught


Maybe I was expecting too much-

So, disappointment was obvious as well


He let me go so easily

And was trying to run away from me


But I was too confused to let him go


So, he decided to break me again

And pushed me in the mess again


But this time

I was too tired to do all of this all again


So, I was lying there for a long time

Thinking if all these suffering was worth it?


I was sinking in the nightmare again

Until someone called me-


"Wake up stupid!

You've been sleeping for long now!

I told you to be ready for this,

now you understand how?"


By Kritika Kashyap





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