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Art is what keeps humans, human.

Kanika Chugh

I looked at the mirror long enough today. Only to meet ‘you’ that was still left in me.
KANIKA CHUGH

Enough Look Mirror Myself Yourself
You could have my soul and the body. Fool that you were; tried force on flesh instead. And lost the one who would have wrapped you up in her prayers.
KANIKA CHUGH

Body Fool Force Loss Lost Love Prayer Relationship Soul Yourself
You blew me off to have your wish. But what other purpose do candles serve?
KANIKA CHUGH

Blow Candle Purpose Serve Wish Yourself
If ever I get lost don’t take me down that road, instead, show me the way to my home. I cannot afford to escape what I’m designed to learn.
KANIKA CHUGH

Afford Design Escape Home Learn Lost Myself Road
Words come and flow with me instantaneously. Perhaps, those were abandoned too by someone.
KANIKA CHUGH

Abandonment Instant Word
Lot of things to be done today but lets start with being grateful first.
KANIKA CHUGH

Grateful Today
A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.
KANIKA CHUGH

Broken Heart Healing Isolate Mend
My anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.
KANIKA CHUGH

Anxiety Arm Melt Myself Quarantine Yourself
I scroll through the feeds mindlessly thinking about you and that if ever I crossed your mind today.
KANIKA CHUGH

Feed Mind Myself Scroll Yourself
Yes, heartbreak crushes you, but they also turn you into someone you as a kid always wanted to be.
KANIKA CHUGH

Crush Heart Broken Kid Love Relationship Yourself
I had been dead inside for so long that now I want to ‘freaking’ live.
KANIKA CHUGH

Death Life Live
Stardust collected was found in the crumpled pages of my books, for I travelled in all the realms through them.
KANIKA CHUGH

Book Crumble Myself Page Realm Stardust Travel
They fear; Fragile feminine body with a rigid sense of integrity.
KANIKA CHUGH

Body Fear Feminine Fragile Integrity
Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; It’s about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.
KANIKA CHUGH

Appreciate Beautiful Beauty Poetry Raw Strip Thick Word
Its a part of adulting when you start to see each human too clearly and then there is no going back.
KANIKA CHUGH

Adult Clear Human Yourself
The more I wanted to scream my pain out, the better listener I became. Thinking how badly others would have wanted it too.
KANIKA CHUGH

Better Listener Myself Out Pain Scream

Art is what keeps humans, human.

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