I have always been searching
for answers
Answers that I am too scared to come face
to face with
In the face of it all, indulging in pity
and self depreciating
Self loathing to the point, I forget myself
and everyone around me.
Like a vampire sucking you all dry
of your strength
Draining of your light and wisdom
Everyday asking for something more
More to resolve more to inform
and much more to demand
In my muddled up brain, the
small girl might have been forced
to grow up
But I choose the process
and
Now I can’t complain
There is no one to blame but
myself
Myself alone is the reason for
my downfall.
In my hope for answers I keep
looking up to you
Forgetting I am taking and taking
Not even able to provide
satisfaction of a good conversation
I have grown to be addicted
Yet only I can turn this purity
into a toxicity.
– Purple Rose
A mother of two, Preeti Bhandari is a colloquial writer. She believes in simple living which reflects in her writings. As the Editor of Narisakti, she intends to use her vast experience to propel this platform to a cult status among entrepreneurial networks. When not writing she is quilling, both with paper and thoughts.