By Krishadwipta Pathak
Let go of that string, let thyself sink,
Deeper into that deepest edge of life;
Let thy world collapse in a blink.
Viewing the clouds in the sky that link,
Cutting through, as if emotions were a knife,
Let go of that string, let thyself sink.
Harsh reality forces thee to think,
If it was really right to hold onto that life;
Let thy world collapse in a blink.
Having no response to the hearts that shrink,
Making them indulge into conflict and strife;
Let go of that string, let thyself sink.
Slowly brushing the purple ink
Onto thy skin and running rife,
Let thy world collapse in a blink.
"Hate is still attention," their glasses clink,
Expectorating that soul-stirring fife.
Let go of that string, let thyself sink.
Let thy world collapse in a blink.