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We are young and dipped in folly !!

Couldn't figure out when from 18 to 22 life just turned upside down.

It feels like a fraction of time,

feeling too deeply every emotion,

like a chemical reaction erupting inside the brain.

Where was I? Where am I now?

I never figured out the process,

the moments are still alive, inside my memories.

In an instance, I could feel myself sobbing on the bathroom floor,

On the other, I remember breezing through the music all drunk in livelihood.

It's always like a flashback to the river of sorrows, confusion, excitement, happiness, and wildness.

I see everyone around me, 

I wonder they too went through such bombardment of emotions, at that age.

When figuring out stuff was difficult, 

like running through a maze and reaching nowhere.

How should I grow?

I can't figure out at what stage I am.

To what level should I grow each day?

I never want to settle down,

I don't want mediocrity,

I want to thrive for something which will make my cells ablaze.

I want answers, to all these emotions,

to my confusion, to my unsolved equations?

Aren't we all just stardust, trying to reborn from the tiny little fragments of the unknown.

Whatever our souls are made of,

yours and mine seem to be the same.


Pritha Krishna

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