By Ananya Iyer
Here resides my sarcophagus,
Carved from the stones of loss,
I had made it for myself.
Embellished it with the past,
And I lay there as a whole.
I could never achieve much,
With this awareness of mine.
Now that I lay in peace,
I feel a great fulfilment.
Every concept of my being,
Has turned opalescent.
Who could understand me now?
Now that I have gone away,
Into this vast nothingness.
The tears have run dry,
What is there to cry about now?
As I have become sheared with death.
Here resides my life,
It is impossible to die,
As I have become death myself,
And who knows of themselves?
I must ask you, my friends,
What do you think about me?
Give me some insight!
For I am perched atop the world!
I see it all, I see it all,
I laugh maniacally at it all!
And I understand nothing!
I languish with my deathly being,
Who could hurt me now?
I have turned to nothing.
By Ananya Iyer