Sitting alone in a four-wall room

I want to rise, I want to bloom

Have some desires to fulfill, Some wishes to make

Some limits to cross, Some boundaries to break 


But then there’s an inner me

Who wants to run away, Who wants to flee

Who wants to get isolated, Who wants to fall apart

Who has the potential, But procrastinate a lot


Though both of these are part of me

Can’t take both, Have to leave one of these

One can brighten the sky, Other can darken it all

And that will be decided in this room of four walls.

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Shivani Sharma

Student by profession and learner by obsession. I admire writings just like an orchestra craves for its symphony. I believe what can't be said should better be penned down.

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