By Manasvi Gupta
A series of questions
Stringed together, with the
Threads of uncertainty
Dangling, through the
Hooks of promises
Only ever remain questions for eternity.
Their answers? Blown away
Carried far off
By the powerful winds of the unknown
Into nothingness.
Do you hear the winds howling?
Laughing at you
While you sip blood
From a glass of wine
Rocking in a chair
Made of time
Living in delusion
In a house made of glass
More fragile than your ego;
Where words are stronger than stones
That can make it all crumble down.
You need answers now
To build solid walls of trust,
Impenetrable.
So you ascend on a journey…