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Drunk In Words

Jan 11, 2025
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Updated: Jul 15, 2025

By Vritti Seth


Whom to tell

The worries I have,

The worries in my heart ,

That made me think apart,

The worries in my brain, 

Which are making me drain,

All the strength inside,

All the thoughts are overshadowing my shine.


How to tell 

What I’m actually feeling?

How to get 

The assurance I’m seeking?

How to face 

The reality so far? 

Which is actually hypothetical,

But is taking me to bar, 

Making me drunk all along, 

I’m tripping on the useless thoughts all alone,

I want some rest, 

I am in need of it,

I need to be repaired, 

My faith is split .


The alcohol of words is making me dizzy ,

I’ll fall and no one will catch,

But I know he will do, 

‘cause he is god, but he is busy ,

He is making me believe ,

He is making me strong, 

He is making me crazy ,

But I know I’m wrong, 

I’m thinking more of a negative aspect,

But I know he is there ,

Everything will be positive,

Everything will be perfect .


By Vritti Seth



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