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Don’t Be Fooled By Me

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Don’t be fooled by me.Don’t be fooled by the face I wearfor I wear a mask, a thousand masks,masks that I’m afraid to take off,and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,but don’t be fooled,for God’s sake don’t be fooled.I give you the impression that I’m secure,that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without,that confidence is my name and coolness my game,that the water’s calm and I’m in commandand that I need no one,but don’t believe me.My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,ever-varying and ever-concealing.Beneath lies no complacence.Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it.I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.That’s why I frantically…

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“JEWEL ROUND THE NECK”- Nayana Nair

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As this light streams into my shielded existence

To light up these lines and touch my soul.

I’m reminded of all the lights in past

That have done so before.

The light that scorched my skin, as I sipped melting ice.

The fiery orange haze around which we sang.

And the streaks of rainbows moving across our notes

From the scales we held in our hand.

The lazy and tired rays of sun

Finding their way through December mist

to reach multitude of small droopy eyes

And prayer chanting lips.

The mosaic of lights of shops and streetss

Where the light from the mirror revealed your smile.

The light in my eyes your presence brings.

The faint light of dawn that filled up my mind.

I wish to gather all such light

All the tiny relevant drops

Even irrelevant splashes

To string them into one

Incomplete jewel round the neck

With that last piece , last light missing.

I wonder what it would be like.

Would it be like my first forgotten light

Or will it be the light of your eyes,

That will see me off at the edge.

Where all pains and joys vanish.

Where bodies die and memories die.

And love becomes eternal with fading light.

“Permission”- Nayana Nair

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Why

Should I lie?

Why

My actions should I justify?

Why should

I hide?

Why should I take permission

To live my own life?

“FRAGMENTED THOUGHTS (4)” – Nikitha Nair

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We see ourselves , we see others and then we try to see ourselves in others.

We rejoice when we find ourselves in others. But we moan for the loss of our individuality that we want and don’t want at the same time.

We want to be lost and still want to be found.

A state of dilemma makes us stop and let this world go by us. We know that there are millions of opportunities to be one in all and so are the chances of being all in one.

Nikitha Nair

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