The Haze

By Aastha Gupta

A foggy mind, 

A hazy heart.

From the last words to the unspoken emotions, 

We get used to it.

Sometimes for the better, sometimes, the worse.

One thought is all it takes, 

For the spiral to be created again. 

For a moment it gets lost,

Then with the same speed it comes again.

The memory, 

A bullet piercing through the heart. 

The words, 

That echo in the dark.

The glimpse of clarity, 

Now burning fireside.

The moments,

Scattered around the walls of the past.

And the grainy pictures,

A cascade of shared emotions.

It is a grave,

Meant to stay under ground. 

By Aastha Gupta