Echoes

By Sagarika Gourkhede

The echoes rush through the ears 

The whispers of the scattering noise 

The whistle blowing the mind 

The weight of heavy heart 

All together, aspires me 

The freedom of speaking 

Living 

Giving 

Breaks me 

Couldn't achieve it all? 

The dream that was made was now all tarnished 

The old self seeks through the fingergaps of the scared, newme 

The echoing of thoughts 

Lives restless in the mind 

Seeking for a federation from the life 

The soul is rushing, pushing, and crashing 

Between the two sides.

It's the passway that takes it a turn 

It's the way she let herself go 

The spark is lost now 

The fire might be burning inside 

But not for the admiration 

But for the harshing. 

She made a promise 

But promises are the sweetest lies.

By Sagarika Gourkhede