Blue

By Shruti Shah

hide myself from the faces i know.

I got a beautiful cave where I go.

it is, besides, the sea of life,

whose mind i dare not to know.

I am 18 and alone,

as alone as a single sock.

blood in me wants to mourn the past,

wants to shoot the bodies

who gave my heart the melancholies

and made me a greek mummy

even though I proved myself alive.

no court did justice to my heart.

left it confined,

in the most sadist of jails,

the jail of life.

I’m celebrated for my guffaws,

and so,

I dare not to show them the eternal dampness my tears create.

By Shruti Shah