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[96] The Weight of The Universe

The universe curled around her neck
Sometimes it tightened
Sometimes it expanded
Her reaction for both though
Was from a dark philosophy
that always left her gasping 

She stepped on the streets
to find them all staring
Trying to touch the wind
that drove all around her
Never realising that to her
It was a cyclone

The screen of entertainment
The box of despair
In it, she appeared
to dance to despair
But they wanted to trap her
record in her art
All she wanted in it was
a self-reflection
that turned into a black mirror
and a black hole full of wants.

Rahul Gaur

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20 responses to “[96] The Weight of The Universe”

    • It’s about all the women who feel trapped in this world.
      Where there are told to certain things that can help them gain a sense of confidence
      But what they lack in understanding about these women is that, these women can make their own decisions too

      We don’t need to make them feel like all the world is judging them, looking at them with “i’m watching you” mindset

      But instead give them the freedom to fail, the freedom to succeed on their own terms

      I hope that answers your questions 🙂

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