This page ? It's a reflection of what you can't understand. Every tear, every sigh, it's all a game, a mask, a lie that only a monster wears. You think it's sorrow? It's not. It's the thrill of watching you crumble beneath the weight of my emptiness. I don't feel the pain-I am the pain. And in my world, I'm the only truth that matters.
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Stories by Atharva Mehta
- 14 Published Stories

Her shadow, Forever mine.
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I am the quiet thing you never notice-the outline at your feet, the echo that clings to your light. This is m...

SURVIVE
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How long can you survive ? Welcome to the labyrinth of my words. I'm Atharva, who tries capturing the beauty...

When does a man becomes a Monster ?
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This poem? It's a reflection of what you can't understand. Every tear, every sigh, it's all a game, a mask, a...