Peccadillo

As a child
I developed a tendency
to hold my breath when I needed something desperately
I was too fragile to speak my words out
when emotions ran wild and choked me
everyone tried to make sure
that I’m never in a situation like this
but every other day
for one reason or another
I was standing mute
Holding my breath
like I was always looking for an opportunity
as if I liked the taste of tears
running down from my eyes
and reaching my mouth from inside.
Though I kept growing over the course of time
but I always remained that child
who never grew.


Not any person or learning
could successfully become the counsellor
of this taboo of mine
until
she almost killed me.

Photo Credit: th07.deviantart.net
Photo Credit: th07.deviantart.net
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  1. this photograph and your words are haunting!

  2. It’s dark yet beautiful.

    -Naima

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