The Desi Urge To Take Off Your Chappal And Throw It At That Idiot's Head With Perfect Aim

the desi urge to take off your chappal and throw it at that idiot's head with perfect aim

she lives inside her own mind a lot

she lives inside her own mind a lot, no one can tell what she’s really thinking, not even herself, her mind is all over the place, she thinks whole world’s perfect, but her.

she lives inside her own mind a lot, daydreams about things that are not real, and avoid reality like she’d rather get lost, then stay here, maybe it’s what she wants, but looks like she doesn’t have choice.

she lives inside her own mind a lot, must be what a place to be there, sometimes I wonder, if I could take a glimpse there, to see what has made her stay there, as if she’s from there, and it’s her only home. she lives inside her own mind a lot, oh god, help me, she stays there a lot, I wish she could come out and spend, a moment of reality on her own, a moment of reality on her own.

©Mira Kairos

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Originally posted under old blog @pen-pain-poetry. now its lost so, here we are.

it’s both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you will slowly forget the little details of someone you once loved so deeply until their memory is just a hazy blur like a dream you once had and can’t quite remember anymore

My mother spoiling my mood in the morning a saga

she was mai tera part of kalank but he was love storiyan in kesariya