Locked you in a cage,
Thought you will be mine forever.
Clutching the keys,
Tightly in my palm,
Obsessing ,
Brooding,
How I became,
An incessant vigilante, always on alert.
Now I realize,
How in this quest of mine,
I actually imprisoned my own self,
In the fear and obsession of losing you.
Now that the cage has been breached,
Onions can make you cry, just like life. Sometimes, we try tricks with the onion so that it makes us not cry or cry less, just like we try to trick life. I am a 22 years old human, trying to figure out my onion by writing some bits and pieces about it. I write about my perceptions of everything which can be penned down- situations, books, people, politics, mundane life events, emotions, breakdowns, inspiration and hacks of tricking my onion from time to time. Hope you enjoy reading.
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