The Next Step

By Bhavya Srivastava

The shambling course ahead of me

Trodding on a sculptured path

Ahead and ahead I am led

The last step always erased

Lost like a message that the ocean’s sand landed 

Day by day, like a walking corpse I signal

No one to hear the silent cries

See in my eyes 

The pixels of thoughts being modified

Blurred resolution is all that is in my stride

A moment of happiness , fear or sorrow ?

Nothing ! just a blank canvas with no paint, no colours to borrow

By Bhavya Srivastava