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“Fragmented Thoughts (7)” – Nikitha Nair

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An eternity waits for you.
An eternity waits for me.
It won’t be long before we meet
each other. River beds go dry.
River beds go dry,
sparrows swallow seeds,
the pots are broken,
and will never be filled.
But the eternity waits for us.
A second, an hour walks slow,
taunting me,
but holding,
holding a promise of tomorrow,
a promise of you.

Nikitha Nair

“Fragmented Thoughts (6)”- Nikitha Nair

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The Dragon made her the princess, which the world wanted to save. No harm, no mistreatment. The Dragon treated her like a fellow companion. Without the fear of being chained or tortured or give up on her dreams. She lived with her Dragon in their desolate castle. Away from mankind. Away from hypocrisy. The days of Dragon were done. The Prince came. Slayed the dragon. Taken by the Prince, she was enslaved again. “I don’t want to go”, she cried. She ran. He caught her by hair and started beating her. Dragged her into the court. A chivalrous act it was called. The kingdom celebrated their prince’s victory. Stories were written “Saving the Princess”. Or so they were called. But not once did they ask her, “Who saved you?”.

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“Fragmented Thoughts(5)”-NIKITHA NAIR

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“I’m fake because I could not see my individuality suffer the animosity of judges”

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“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

“FRAGMENTED THOUGHTS (3)”- NIKITHA NAIR

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“His disappearance was not to be seen in her eyes. Long stranger to his voice she had become. As though he was never there, not in her home nor in her heart”

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“FRAGMENTED THOUGHTS (2)”- Nikitha Nair

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“It was a bundle of lies, tied together with a single truth- ‘his love’ “

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“FRAGMENTED THOUGHTS (1)” -Nikitha Nair

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“Those flower’s withered away,the carved name got hid by the moss and her name forgotten by everyone she knew, including him for whom she died”

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