You tell me to hold on strong, but sometimes i go weak to absorb the pain when it's deep within my head, the voices cause a tirade, to silence the memories crawling under my skin...its not physical only. I need a hug because that works like a magic more than those million words that one could spew...

My innate desire, running in my head,

Thinking about what could have been,as an incomplete poem, i keep loosing

Myself... Kamalika Bhattacharya