My Road is a Dead End

By Arunya Sakthi

The road is a dead end.

Silent sighs and rambling nights,

The desire oblivious. Oblivious denial pricks.

The pinch... of salt that grows into a mountain,

And the mountains come crashing down.

The eyes well up with the Oblivion.

The name doesn't take the shape of letters.

Scared. Of desire? Of denial.

Clinging onto the butterfly of Pandora's box,

The boulder rolls down.

Silent sighs and rambling nights,

The dead end tells its dead end fate itself.

Even while standing at crossroads,

My road is a dead end.

By Arunya Sakthi