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Reality

Oct 24, 2025
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By Sri Harshini


Maybe I was wrong,

 Maybe I was afraid to get too close,

 And leaving behind,

 

But now,

 I am far away from fear,

 By reaching loneliness,

 As I no longer have your acquaintance.

 

Maybe I was happy,

 Maybe it was at the moment,

 That had faded.

 

Maybe it was about the time,

 That had slipped,

 Like sand from my hand.

 

Maybe I am sad,

 Maybe it is the reality,

 That cannot be escaped.

 

Maybe I am blinded,

 To see the reality,

 That I wanna escape.

 

Maybe reality is a race,

 I cannot win.

 

Maybe it is a ghost,

 I can't run away from.

 

Maybe it is a truth,

 That can't be hidden.


By Sri Harshini


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