My mind is too loud
like hundreds of pedestrians
chattering and walking above
and I'm stuck in the subway
that loud!
I plead to stay quiet for a while
but it gets louder than the outside
And amidst that noise
there's one voice
A voice so familiar yet strange
it calls out my name
almost whispers
yet I can hear it so distinctly
I try to peer through the crowd
and reach out
As I inch closer the crowd fade
I see myself
now I recognize the voice
it's mine. And it asked me:
Why did it take so long to
hear your own cry?
- Lohithaksha
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.