Hundreds of handwritten notes,
Some poems, some quotes.
Smudged ink, kissed by tears,
along with vivid thoughts that were blessed by fears.
She preferred to overlook the wound and kept scribbling away,
Suddenly, she realized she was operating herself with a pen and a page.
How mind schemed, how nature knew,
installed a concealed healing system in order to subdue.
Scoffing, she shook her head,
Subconscious is a crazy thing, she laid down on the bed.
Closed her eyes, the birth of another idea took place,
Sitting up, she sighed, the process seemed like medicine with a sour taste.
Glared at the hundreds of handwritten notes,
Some poems, some quotes.
© Samiksha Kemwal

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