Known To Unknown

By Neeharika Mishra

The locked region beneath  

The common desire to hold onto 

It has a whole fist of cram-full effects 

Scrubbing the blowing blues. 

Is this what we live for? 

For the sake of denied dignity 

Whom should we call? 

From the sky that is similar 

To the land that has earth 

Yet, fighting to shatter it 

Is the count of every tip 

And shattered shores scattered 

All along bays of lost. 

Blindfolded is every brink of blink 

Tying the knots too close 

To not see even if it's seen 

Undoing is the capacity of reach. 

Names for what, words of which, 

Who tells whom at the last? 

Bygone blushes at the corner 

Every time it is dug 

As if the past is always the present 

And the present matters in the puddles. 

Dividing the scales of certainty 

On the names of certain terms, 

And loud crowd claps 

At the very division of lives. 

Black buzzed, light in ferocity 

Known is turned to unknown knowingly.  

By Neeharika Mishra