Instinctive

By Sakshi C

Looking at the chaos, above and beneath, outside and inside;

The above feels angelic, the beneath feels close;

The outside feels like stranger, but the one inside feels mine.

Sometimes all I have is feelings, and to write them means,

they no longer are prayers, but words framed in sentences.

They’re out there, for me to share and for them to hunt.

By Sakshi C