Fissures And Relics

By Sanyukta Lokhande

My heart is scarred. My soul charred.

With every passing moment I think,

Will I ever get to be loved like the stars?

I am betrayed. Theres a knot in my chest,

It’s like someone pouring lava in my veins, their crest.

With every passing moment I feel,

I fear losing myself in pain,

For all I have ever known is it.

I wanna feel love, like the rainbow in a cloud,

Be drenched in the fall of love and smiles, drowned perhaps.

By love, happiness, respect, power

I wanna feel happy, like a child eating candy,

Maybe give love a colour, its burgundy.

With every passing moment I live,

I wanna give up everything,

For my existence is worth nothing.

I am being pushed, thrown, mocked at, weakened,

By my own pains and sorrows.

It’s so gut wrenching to know, It’s all going to be the same

Tomorrow.

With every passing moment I heal,

I realise I am not.

They entwine me while I struggle, these knots.

With every passing moment I fear to heal,

I fathom why I can never.

For who will ever dare to love a girl who is scarred?

By Sanyukta Lokhande