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Vanshika Singh

I am my own words, my own poem and my own story.

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I Have A Personal Society Within Me. A Part Of Me Wants To Break Free And Give No Damn To What I Think

I have a personal society within me. A part of me wants to break free and give no damn to what I think of myself. A part of me is too judgemental. A part of me wants to succumb to what the world has devised for me. A part of me wants to play the devil and feel like a hero. A part wants to know nothing and just rest like a wild bore hibernating.

Though, all these parts, have to follow a course of life, the one I create for them, restricted between norms, but still liberating enough for myself. I'd progress anyways, even though some parts may not like the progression. I'd kiss all inhibitions bye, even when some parts beg not to.

-My inner society.


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3 years ago

"Your walls were so low, I am literally dancing in your garden right now, with my haphazard steps destroying your most favourite flowers.", they said.

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3 years ago

The best thing about Indian culture (or any if they practice this) is how we are taught that a book is a holy object even before we ourselves perceive it's utility. Apparently, it is to tell us, and also drill in us, that no matter what era or year comes, nothing can be more beautiful than a book. Never. Even after being made of the most trivial material, it is the most non materialistic things in the world. The godly level of sermon. The salvation in between the heaps of papers.


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