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Siamanchy – A Thrilling Shadow

Siamanchy – A Thrilling Shadow

In her Contest X Stage I submission, Raghavasree talks about solitude and loneliness that she shares with her shadow.

A Poem: Siamanchy – Fighting A Shadow

Shadows
Shadow
Shadow
Shadow

Look at me when I am talking to you.

You are looking at me but I look through you.

Empty and lonely are the dead rivers that wash me through

I see your pain hidden in your pride.

Love in disguise. I see that you are not satisfied.

I see no body but myself.

Shadow on the wall. Here we are again.

Through my rise and fall

You have been my only friend

No one can understand the man I used to be.

So here we are talking to each other again

I see the truth in your every lie but I don’t see anybody by your side

Can see the guilt beneath the shame

The ego before the fame

Thirst for money before passion

Lost like a ship that forgot to sail

I see myself looking through my past everyday

Page after page on a book of tears

As I grow older by the day

Even in broken mirrors I still remain the same

I don’t see broken parts of me but the whole me

Nothing can break me as long as I don’t break my thoughts

I see the change but the message

As I greet you every day with a heavy heart

A man in shadows here we go again

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition.

I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after.

Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

I get you people out there. Fighting the battles the world fails to know. Killing dreams to bring bread on the table. Suffering from the diseases that never meet the eye. Hiding it all in as secrets is what this little life thrives for. I hope these few words of mine made it clearer about the person who you see in your shadows.

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Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

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Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut feeling and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their shadow . Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.

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