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In Pain

By Vikash Anand S


It’s cold; the clouds have come up and

I’m thinking a little too loudly about you

Been doing this all this while,

taken a little longer for my eyes

to realise you’re full of lies.


These storms and depressions depress me now

thinking of the void in me that you’ve become.


I'm left here thinking of what could be wrong with me

that could’ve driven you crazy,

Coz you were crazy

Mean and insanely crazy.

And now it's all on me?


And I've been too dear to your misery, but

You made me your misery

And you've become my misery.

But it's all on me?

I've tried to understand all your shit so

I ask you,

Was this a part of your plan

Or an impromptu act of pain?


It’s dark; the moon’s come up and

I’ve been thinking lately about you

Been doing this all this while,

taken me a little longer to realise

that we




Knowing the pain, knowing the trouble,

still choose to follow the heart that

doesn’t have a beat to give for itself.

Hello to the masochistic dunce

you’ve made out of me.

I keep telling myself,

that with time I’ll let go of this grief,

and the pain fades too.

But does it ever really?

coz if art is letting go,

then I am Picasso who?


Been meaning to write my feelings,

but every word’s too small to carry the meaning.

Been wanting to sing about the searing pain

my heart goes through,

every time something reminds me of you.


These storms and depressions depress me now

thinking of the void in me that you’ve become


it’s me, my demons have come up and

I’m craving a little too much for you.

Been doing this for a while, and it’s

taken me a little longer to realise

that the blame’s

not on you; it’s on my pain…


By Vikash Anand S



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