Crawling Mutation

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He changed
But not overnight
Like you read in books
But over time
Slowly and painfully.


He changed
when his voice was lost in crowd
He changed
when his choices were made to compromise
He changed
when his dreams were shackled within the pages of diary.


He changed
when his freedom turned into a very underrated word
He changed
when love made him the Villain
He changed
when his encephalon took over his benevolence.


He changed
when he couldn't cry out loud but ought to love  fiercely in front of the world
He changed
when he was blamed to be a cheater while he was being cheated
He changed
when he pined for some attention yet hardly gave some of it to himself.


He changed
when his heart's desire couldn't reach up to his maw
He changed
when his dream girl from some novel turned out to be a jerk in reality.
He changed
when he decided not to say
"Do I matter anymore ?"

He changed
when he said
"After all this time,was I not good enough? "
"Was I that easy to replace? "

Maybe it was !
So, you see  that's what changed him.
Over years and not overnight
Like you read in books

Like the pages of an old book turning yellow and crisp
Like a cup of hot coffee turning cold
Slowly.


Love
Ayindrila.







Location: India

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  1. Unknown28 April 2020 at 01:13

    ❤🔥

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  2. Unknown28 April 2020 at 01:24

    😍

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  3. Unknown28 April 2020 at 03:15

    💗

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  4. Anonymous28 April 2020 at 14:03

    Looks Like As If Someone Understands About My Struggle And Pain Better Then Me...., Beautifully Written...!!!

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    1. Ayindrila Das28 April 2020 at 20:08

      Thank you so much for the appreciation. Means a lot .

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    2. Anonymous6 May 2020 at 08:50

      Main Samaj Saakta Hoon...Welcome...And Thank You For Writing This One...

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