Voice in My Head

Voice in My Head short poem

It’s not like,
I did not have a choice…
But I’m trying to subdue,
My innermost voice…!

I know intuitions,
Show us the way…
But this time,
I’m not going to sway…!!

Because there is nothing,
Mortally I can do..
For you to realize,
My love for you…!

I’ve given it all,
Yet you seem so blind…
I’ve tried to keep up,
But always fallen behind…!!

No more I’m going to,
Chase you around…
I’m tired of being lost,
Wanting to be found..!

Never will I listen,
To this little voice again…
For it always brings,
the most erratic pain…!!

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Rocean Sharma

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@Rocean_Sharma, a denial of love, being deaf to its call is no guarantee you will be free from pains. Lovelessness is pain in itself. Its being devoid of the bad elements of love could not be a virtue if the good in it is eliminated as well. It is like killing the dog to prevent any tick infestation. Better to be just selective in which voice to hear. A delightful rhetoric of a poem.

Simranjit Singh

i loved this one


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