By Deeksha Agrawal
The color of my existence came in bent frequencies I could fathom it all
cold, bitter, brittle
The roads that I built in unseen fields
were neither cohabited nor serene
but eaten by wolverines
I walked and ran
and crippled at the same time Got up
and left
But looked behind
there were regrets, moments half-built, people who left early
Grief is like a swollen fish
it flushes toxins when I breathe "Inhale", they say
I exhale
and feel choked
even when the wind is gushing
I draw a line in the sand and cup it in my palms
before the waves could wash it away
The currents are not my friends I have dived
and died three decades back
The oysters bite
but they do not sting you go,
make a castle out of sand, they persuade
draw some beautiful walls, dance like a princess, travel like a priestess
All I need to do is follow the light,
continue the walk on water toward a new world
A world of my own
where I will breathe happiness where I will be known
By Deeksha Agrawal
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