To Dust

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