By- Raghav Bharti
I write what I can’t say and I don't say most of the things.

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Raghav Bharti


Twentieth Birthday


As I blew my 20 shimmering candles I thought you would be here setting up my party balls and balloons.

 But you were no where to be found and left me all alone to burn just like my birthday candles.

I waited for you and recalled when you said would be here with my favourite truffle cake.

 But I was being cut to my throat while I was cutting a different flavoured cake.

I wore a fake smile with your favourite slicked back hair.

 But you got lost in my hopeless party,you weren’t there.

Even though it was the month of June,my hands were cold and shaky.

 Because your shade was absent to cloud over my social anxiety.

Red Hazy eyes of mine and party lights got blurry.

 My friends chanting ‘Happy birthday to you’ seemed like a half-spoken ‘sorry’.

We could’ve written a wonderful glory with our October story.

 You could’ve been the one with my notepad filled with many happy stories.

But here I am writing a sad breakup story.

 Trying not to remember my birthday story. 

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