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Poem - #22 | Feelings In a Lifetime

Runaway Lover

I'm afraid of your feelings
As I even run away from my own,
You try to catch me
But I'm away from your love zone
And as I try to settle down,
I stumble on my own
For I'm a runaway lover,
Never wanting to be known

~ Sneha Chhetri

Ask Yourself

What are we?
We are neither something,
Nor nothing
We're just swinging
On the thin line in between,
Which I'm afraid to let go of
For the fear of unknown
And which you're already
Letting go of,
To embrace the unknown.

~ Sneha Chhetri.


I showed you my naked soul
Putting down all of my walls
Without leaving anything
I gave you my all
Thinking you could take it
I poured out my darkness
Along with my soul
But you walked away
Leaving my heart astray
What do I do now,
What do I say,
Where do I find my heart
Now that it has gone astray?

~ Sneha Chhetri


A series of untold stories
Follows every one of us,
Stories that are waiting
To be unfolded and told,
Stories that might
Crumble down your walls as whole
And stories that might make
Your heart wither in cold
But those stories are,
What stays forever with us
As all that we're made up of are stories,
And all that we'll be are stories.

~ Sneha Chhetri

Letting You Go

Those days were precious for sure
But I am letting you go now
For I can't keep trying to hold onto
Something that is not here anymore,
I did put up a good fight
I did try to keep you in my sight
But now I need to move on,
I need to live my life,
Even thought it might take time
I know that I will be fine.

~ Sneha Chhetri

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