Line On The Sand

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