Anaswara Divakaran Biography

I'm not me.
Some savage beast
From good old days
Of my own past
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I didn't know how hurt she was.
She didn't see my wounds that remained unattended.

We both were hurt.
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Though I haven't seen her for so long,
I still think of her.

There were moments she needed me, I was never there.
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I was always asked to tie up my tongue and exist as if I didn't exist.

To stifle my cries and put concealer on the Crimson marks that adorned my body.
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My colourless nothings and your rainbow smiles,
They made the perfect lock and key ever,
I thought.
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