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
SURVIVE
How long can you survive ? Welcome to the labyrinth of my words. I'm Atharva, who tries capturing the beauty...
Ky pyaar mujhse kar paoge tum ?
Every tear he shed was pathetic him.
When does a man becomes a Monster ?
This poem? It's a reflection of what you can't understand. Every tear, every sigh, it's all a game, a mask, a...