Shriek…

I am perfectly capable of handling my pressure, give it a time
I shriek a bit, ignore me
It hurts to see humans hurt you
When they could avoid but they would hurt you anyway

A little breather, pat on my own self
Inhaling and exhaling
Listening to my own heart
Making peace within

The truth would be to pick oneself up,
And standing strong
No point of waiting to be petted
Since world is waiting to throw stones
Sit back and catch them, throw them back perhaps?

~ Dakshi~
04/06/2015

About Dakshi

I thought I was in love, till I met you. I love you, so much...
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