2 poems by Akhila Siva : “Nephron in my brain” & “People call me matured..”

Polaroid, Film, Blank, Retro
Nephron in my Brain

I don’t have to impress any
	I don’t have to convince any 
	There is a brain in my heart 
	and nephron in my brain 
	You may think I’m weird. 
	But my weirdness is with 
	whom I’m comfortable only
	Still sometimes my heart aches
	and I know, that’s how it has to be
Heart is meant to be broken at times
or else I’ve to pretend I don’t have one!

People call me matured..

I smile
I look carefree
I know where to hide my tears
I eat my pain 
I stand on my grounds
though with the fire in my eyes 
I may cry in silence, 
Yes, I do cry my heart out
but which won’t reach you
And I can hear you calling me matured!

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Akhila Siva

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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