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Saving You
My thoughts will never meet yours, for my level of tranquility never matched with anyone's. I find peace in ways you can't.  Your depths and skies are not of my universe. Yet, we all are unique. And therefore I am just like you, because even I, am not like anybody else.
It's like we've crossed paths often. Like we're in a maze, and the only direction we go is forward. And there, from the corner of my eye I can see you making your way out from your own direction. We've crossed paths, number of times, but never have we stopped and looked at each other more closely.
Are we scared?
Because in my mind you're all the things I want in me. You're the last picture of which I am the pieces. I almost want to run back, grab you and say stop. I know you. You don't know me but I know you.
And I can fix everything you want me to. Because in some or the other ways, you have fixed me.
What will you do then?
Some reasons aren't worth saying, are they? Curiosities, they're not killed, they're hushed.
How do I say I can save you? How do I say that I can see your way out of this maze?
.
.
But I can't. You don't even know I exist.

And you're so close to all the answers, while I'm stuck in a loophole. 


- अनुश्रुति अधिकारी (Anushruti Adhikari)

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  1. Bhaskar DhakalMay 14, 2018 at 11:48 PM

    This is why I love how and what you write. This is exactly what I need and cannot weave for myself. And when I read you, my thirst is quenched. Thank you for such beautiful pieces.

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