Nishita Batham
You are a paranoiac fate to me
You are a paranoiac fate to me, an alive ghost walking through me, resurrected from a town
with no escape. I feel your skin torturing my breath, hear
your voice in a crowded area,
see only your illusion in a sea of strangers.
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This is a cage where I drown
even when sky doesn't bleed,
The violin in my head produces horrifying beats.
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But you,
You are a just dead mind
responsible for every crime,
a broken shadow lying outside the grave
with no home to return to.
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The road after sun sets—
​ The silent screams,
sirens wail in powerful themes.
loud and dry eye contact,
no space for anyone to distract.
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After the sun set—
each step for a girl is like a maze,
where the day is also an eerie rage, surrounded by some unknown guests.
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The mind, not an occupied space, next turn, a walking human engage,
let go of the freaking scary eye,
she humbles herself for this lie.
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No bloodshed, yet every night rhyme,
the prime time, another crime,
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it sheds the body from tip till toe. Will the fear ever stop breathing?
This act haunts the whole show.
The figure same as my body type
You are a figure,
who sits inside my skin,
who scares me with pins,
and steals my energy in
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You are a figure,
I meet outside the grave,
who mock the draining brain,
lock my lips, shuts me down.
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You are a figure,
who lie beside me,
listens to the brain,
pours me the glass of poison.
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You are a figure,
sips my darkest nights,
devours my leftover sleep, and wakes me up early.
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You are just a figure, same as my body type, with no heart to feel,
with no mind to think.
Nishita Batham, born in Mhow, India. She earned a Bcom degree from Devi ahiliya vishwavidhyalaya, university in Indore. She is on the way in publishing her own book very soon and she is also pursuing studies in trading and understanding the market.