By Arushi Thakur
Standing
in the balcony
With the feeling
of melancholy.
Emotions
gone haywire
And a little
dip of desire.
The clouds
rained leaving the sun behind
Fervour drained
crushed into the hunch of moraine.
Sadness rolled into my eyes
on hearing the scariest voice
Disenchantment lies
And the growing illusion dies.