OTHER HALF OF MY STORY

By Sareena Subba

Walking on the edge;

Half asleep, half awake.

Why I do find

My forgotten desires

My stolen dreams

Buried inside the lines of your scars?

Imprisoned feelings and truth

Endlessly searching for its freedom

Between the blank spaces

Of your unspoken words

And your stifled happiness.

Standing like a dead sea,

Infinitely waiting.

To be built, to be completed

Just like an unfinished art.

Why do I find the other half of my story?

Deep inside of your broken heart

By Sareena Subba