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by Lavanya Nukavarapu
(Hyderabad, India)

A scream originates from the forbidden
closets of my soul,
but muffled up in my brain before
it reaches my lips.
Finally, what comes out is a gush of air.

The scream reverberates in my head all day.
I take dips in the river of screams
causing ripples that only my ears hear.
Every ripple tosses me further into an ocean of
eternal loneliness.

I have become deaf to the sounds of the world.
What exists is an illusion where
I scream and listen
I sob and laugh
If you want me to hear you,
you will have to enter into my world.

This too I am talking to myself in my head
and if you are listening to this,
then you too are insane in the mad world
where I belong.


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Dec 31, 2017
by: Priya Chowhan

Beautiful words, Lavanya

Dec 31, 2017
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Thanks Induswomanwriting for posting my poem.

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