By Sananya Chakraborty
An unkempt dream,
a withered soul,
a shriveled heart,
a sonic goal.
A poignant reminder
of slowly ticking time,
a suppresed life,
of opinions being chimed.
A solemn hyperbole woven
with whispers that I can't fathom,
the monopoly of intricate emotions, makes life the most burdensome.
As I am greeted with a gut wrenching notion,
which slowly and steadily creeps out from the within of me,
the deepest of buried emotions.
Then comes the emptiness,
that hollows out the inner me,
a cacophony so sharp,
that slaps my face with a twisted reality.