It Still Haunts

By Atulyaa Vidushi

Pen was never a weapon until words were getting weak,

Pain, reality, negligence were at the peak;

Wrote thousands of page, tore them apart

Looked at those pieces, which carried the secrets of my heart

Never understanding oneself is a sign loss

Or should conclude a victory of hiding every time even from myself and made a winning toss

Never saying I found the true me, but found what my soul wants

But it's true too, the depth of seeing the sea of my thoughts, it still haunts….

By Atulyaa Vidushi