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Social Misfit: Cherry Picked, #3
Social Misfit: Cherry Picked, #3
Social Misfit: Cherry Picked, #3
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Social Misfit: Cherry Picked, #3

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This last installment is called Cherry Picked because as I grew as a writer, my writing style got more refined and the articles became better quality. The ones in this book are from this later, more recent times. Enjoy the reading and stay blessed ❣️?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherShweta Iyer
Release dateAug 4, 2021
ISBN9798201068868
Social Misfit: Cherry Picked, #3
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Shweta Iyer

Shweta has been an avid horror, mystery, thriller, and ghost stories reader. She has a handful of favourites in both English and Marathi literature. The stories in this book are being written and compiled since over a decade now. Only 4 are chosen here and there will be future volumes coming soon. Happy reading ❣️💌

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    Social Misfit - Shweta Iyer

    The Social Misfit

    🍒 picked

    My Soul in an Amusement Park

    Riding high

    Amongst the clouds

    Whole world

    Like a verdant carpet

    Blinking lights

    On and off, in my emotions

    Swinging emotions.

    Tide comes in and goes out

    Lost in its own high and low

    Moon cast full and dark

    In its own phases

    Life rolls up and down

    On its own roller-coaster

    I'm a mere spectator

    At this game

    Aks. The reflection

    Of Maya

    Getting entangled in the branches.

    Losing sight of roots.

    Suddenly realising my true Self.

    Suddenly going through amnesia.

    My confused Soul

    Traversing this confusing Planet.

    Sometimes on a pedestal

    Watching Life go by.

    Sometimes entangled in its web

    Drawn deep into its depression.

    Sometimes uplifted

    By Divine intervention.

    Sometimes lost and wandering

    In eternal confusion.

    My Soul, my mind

    My being.

    Waiting for

    The ultimate supplication.

    To merge with

    The Ethereal

    The Transcendental

    The all comprising

    The omnipresent

    The omnipotent

    Just waiting

    In the wings

    Like multitudes.

    Latched on to Hope.

    Shackled to Faith.

    Waiting for Love

    Which doesn't even exist...

    Idyllic

    IT NO LONGER EXISTS.

    But I really and truly want to go there.

    That land of long ago, where my heart belongs. No it no longer exists, but let me please go there.

    The

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