She proclaimed his praise to feel a little special herself….. Sometimes she praised him to hide her pain in the farthest shelf Sometimes to prove herself worthy of this special love Sometimes trying to insinuate like a dove… Knowing all of her lies and its coverings Flaunting her flight though very well aware of her clipped wings Call her stingy but she has given away her most treasured conscience for him Throwing the light on some wrong person she made herself so dim… Why on earth she has to if you may say She has to make him sound good enough to justify her own stay Yes… don’t believe her she is telling all lies… No man can be this fair..she is just surviving the ties Amita Joshi
She still wears it — but without its essence. It lingers, yet feels absent, defying its own presence.. Her smile was her signature, a part of her nature… No, it hasn’t gone anywhere — it still is; only the meaning in it is now amiss. She doesn’t smile now with any solace in her heart. It is rather a reflex — just another way to somehow sustain this art, the art this art to create an illusion of normalcy, so that no one can see the chaos within her sea. Amita Joshi
How do I live up to the image you see, When the strength you believe in isn’t in me? I wish I were all that you think of me, But these confessions are what set me free. A loser in life, yet I’ve won with you two; Your love pulls me through when I don’t know what to do. I’m not infinite—my strengths are so few, But my truest power lies only in you. One day, you may see the limits I hide; I only hope you’ll be kind and stay by my side. — Amita Joshi
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