Humans

By Shruti Mishra

Every monsoon, a flood gushes its way into crevices filling them up gradually. their dampness stagnating till the time the sun finally breaks its slumber. Are we not similar? People with chinks in our hearts- every time an emotions empowers, we are swamped with it.

tears seeping into our crevices making a permanent home as if this is the only fullness our scars need. filling them up, like it wouldn’t ever otherwise be complete. Screeching under our skins– a tale both bitter and sweet. Are we really an irreconcilable chasm - a continuity sundered apart? or are we the valleys- a beautiful irregularity hoping for its dawn to last.

By Shruti Mishra