Thursday, 12 April 2018

Spectres of my Mind

- Pragya Bhattacharjee




Sometimes i wish my words would not reverberate within me.
And as i flick open my eyes those words would just ricochet and leave.

Most times i realised, they are so ineffable i cannot even blame anyone else for not understanding.
For my mind knows to play tricks and my words that should have carried meaning now seem confusing.

Wednesday, 11 April 2018