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To the old me....
Badly wishing the old me
the difference might be vast,
belittled between the fake and authentic,
eyeing the versatility of their acting skills,
holding the unuttered words,
inner emotions remaining latent,
oscillating like a broken pendulum,
scared away by the thoughts of losing control,
once let the guard off, the turbulence is beyond bearing,
being dormant is vital for survival,
mastering the art of patience,
honing the prowess of solitude,
waiting for the perfect moment to give it back,
without any regrets and resentment.







© Anukrubha