In this moment of absolute silence and loneliness,
I can hear my heart throbbing.
I can feel the sadness this heart beholds.
With every beat I can hear a scream, a conflict that is taking place.
A Conflict between my heart and mind.
With every beat I can hear a scream, a confusion that is taking place.
A Confusion for the type of curve my lips are meant to bind.
With every beat I can hear a scream, a resistance that is taking place.
A Resistance to the tears, crying to come out and hail.
With every beat I can hear a scream, a suffocation that is taking place.
A Suffocation that my emotions feel and fail to overcome.
With such an opera echoing in my heart,
A tide of emotions sweeps me away in every such moment of realization.
Realization of the loneliness that I share,
With tears and my weeping heart.
Realization that life runs on priorities,
And faking being a survival art.
After these moments of realization,
My eyes start pleading for some rest.
A vibe of positivity comes into picture,
With the art of faking at its best.
Lips start to lift a fake curve,
With heart throbbing with silent beats.
The soul being afraid of hearing it again,
And emotions starts to retreat.
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