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Labyrinth

Updated: Jul 28, 2025

By Samarth Bhatkar


…….. DAYLIGHT doesn't soothe the skin anymore because the nights that are endless stop them from reaching the floor.

A corner in the dark now feels enchanting to be paralyzed in a moment in time that's everlasting.

Locked up in the free feels like moving forward in a world where time ticks backward.

A crescendo of silent screams, loss of breath and drowning in tears is a scene that's an epitome of an unconstructed dalliance.



A painting with infinite colors now appears lifeless, the only colors visible are shades of blue and gray.

When we were good, it was good but now the movie ends right before they reveal the secret  to eternal love.

Flashes of our love are lost in a spiral loop of a heartbreak until it's gone forever. This space is cursed by those memories that we made together.

Those polaroids in my drawer now feel stolen from a place of indifference, they're motionless  just like these feelings that won't ever vanish.

These emotions play on repeat, they're irreplaceable, every heartbeat reminds me I'm incomplete, they're irresistible.

Advice sounds like echoes underwater, my body has stopped reacting when it's colder,

I'm invisible in front of a mirror these days because all I hear is a whisper from a stranger telling me to surrender forever.

Life seems like praying in hell, a bell that repels  and bids you farewell, trapping you in a spell.

The earth has revolved twice around the one it loves. But, I'm still waiting for my sun to shed some light because DAYLIGHT……..

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By Samarth Bhatkar




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